In the late summer rain and fog in London, He Qing, an architecture student from Hangzhou, dragged his suitcase and knocked the coffee in the hands of the mixed-race boy Yin Ting, and also into his light brown eyes.
Starting from the note with a name on it at the station, the love at first sight sprouted. He made her a living map of London, remembering that she loved to drink iced lemon tea, and hid tenderness in the coincidence of every encounter, slowly covering up the loneliness of her studying in a foreign country. The two-way love had long made the two inseparable.
On the day the relationship was confirmed, he lowered his head and asked, "Qingqing, give me a title, okay?"
After graduation, she was faced with the multiple-choice question of returning to China or studying in the UK, but he said: "Don't hesitate, wherever you are, that's my home."
From an unexpected encounter over a cup of coffee to a lifetime of food, rice, oil and salt, the best home is to have her by your side
Purpose: I want to write a sweet novel