Yun Wanqing's world is the precision of a scalpel, the calm handwriting on medical records, and countless long nights faced alone. She thought that heartbeat was a futile pantomime in her youth that had ended long ago.
Until that night when the evening breeze was slightly drunk, under the dim light of the Qingba bar, Xie Zijing's figure broke into her sight again.
For three years, we looked at each other across the sky.
One is Director Yun, who is an expert in cardiac surgery, and the other is Attorney Xie, who fights for every inch of territory in court.
In their respective fields, they are both existences that people look up to but dare not approach easily.
But only they themselves know what kind of watch that lasts for several years and no one knows is hidden under the seemingly indestructible shell of rationality.
It turns out that some heartbeats never stop.
It turns out that some people are destined to meet again.
Love may be late, but your heart will eventually find its home.
(Notes when reading the article: Medical knowledge and legal knowledge are all fabricated. The article was written in a dream, so don't tell me if you discard it.)
Intention: The heart is pure and clear, and the evening breeze knows what is meant.
