In the same city, there are many people who meet by chance, and many who just pass by. And those who are bound to meet by chance can be regarded as fate. They are the little peach petals sprinkled by God to the world. It is just such a coincidence that they gently picked them up.
One is a mysophobic woman and the other is an obsessive man. They live in the same building, upstairs and downstairs. They work in an adjacent office building. They take the same bus to work every day and walk the same way to work. But why is he always moving, always mopping the floor, always moving things, why is he always making so much noise? Doesn't he know that he is already disturbing the people? All right! If my mother hadn't given her countless instructions when she went out, to be generous and to learn to endure, and that one thing more would be worse than one less thing, she would have rushed up and scolded her. Bear it, bear it.
But there are people like this who overestimate their own capabilities. As the saying goes, if you can't bear it, there is no need to bear it anymore. Someone's little universe is about to explode.