Cheng Nian's life was filled with operating tables and endless night shifts. Her only safe haven was the small rented apartment. Until one early morning, when she came home from get off work, she found a man wearing a gray T-shirt at the door with slightly messy hair and clear eyes. He asked her the same sentence: "Who are you?"
His name is Ji Huai and he is the landlord. His sister rented out the house without permission while he was away. The contract was signed for one year, and two strangers were trapped under the same roof by an unexpected mistake.
He quit his job as a general surgeon, and she was on her way to residency. Two people who have held or are holding scalpels digest their pasts in their own way in the same room - he repairs circuits, changes curtains, arranges book spines according to color; she works the night shift, writes medical records, and holds the keys until they turn white in the corridor at two o'clock in the morning.
She didn't say "How was your day?", She just ate the ribs he left in the pot, and then sent a message: "I didn't put too much soy sauce, it passed the test."
He didn't say "I'm worried about you". He only turned on the lights in the living room on rainy nights and turned on the induction cooker to keep warm, waiting for her to get off the emergency operating table.
Two people who were used to carrying it alone slowly learned to give each other their backs in the gap between daily necessities.
Purpose: An urban love story about cohabitation that redeems each other