Jiang Haizhen has been in Ercheng for a year.
A strange city, a strange language. She wrote articles in magazines, writing about the silence in the alleys, and about the pear blossoms falling on the shoulders of strangers.
Until a name appears on the interview list.
Wen Yixi. Architect. The boy in the next class in high school who was drawing pictures by the window.
Seven years.
She thought he didn't remember her. He thought she had forgotten it.
On the day of the interview, he called her "Editor Jiang Haizhen."
She called him "Representative Wen Yixi."
They are all very professional. All pretty stable.
Except——
She counted seventeen times as he turned the ring.
He looked at her for three seconds while she pushed up her glasses.
Both of them are pretending. They are all waiting for the other party to lose control first.
Intention: Love means remembering, even after seven years