She had lived alone for two years. She didn't date or make friends, and didn't even know her next-door neighbors.
Then a pot of rosemary fell from the third floor and hit the car of the quiet man downstairs.
He wasn't angry. He just said, “The car's fine. Just wipe it clean.”
Every evening, someone stood on the balcony of the penthouse across from hers.
He didn't approach her, confess his feelings, or cross a line.
When she got sick, he left medicine hanging from her doorknob without signing his name.
When her cast came off, he had her best friend bring over bone broth he'd spent all afternoon simmering.
When someone pounded on her door, he grabbed the person's wrist and stood in the doorway to protect her.
She asked him, “You don't have to be so thoughtful every time. I won't know how to act around you.”
He said, “I know.”
One night in Chengdu, she finally asked:
“Lu Ze, are we together now?”
He looked at her and said, “We are.”
Theme: Love between adults: take it slow, make it last, and be sincere.
