In the morning mist on the fifth day of the eighth lunar month, an unexpected collision left lawyer Xie Yanchi's white shirt stained with coffee stains, and publisher editor Jiang Wan's canvas bag contained a hastily left business card. The scent of wisteria and coffee intertwined became the prelude to fate.
From the awkward first encounter in Chaoyang Park to the stunned reunion at the blind date table, the thread of fate is quietly entangled. He was used to looking for the truth in the case files, but in her serious eyes when proofreading the manuscript, he discovered the tenderness beyond the words; she was good at capturing the details between the lines, but in his focused profile analyzing the case, he understood the tenderness under reason.
Millions of wagging tracks measure their time together, from the illustration exhibition in the art museum to the cafe next to the law firm, from the red marks on the manuscript annotations to the ink color of the court trial records, the details of life ferment into heartbeats through the running-in. Those apologies about coffee stains, mutual support at work, and walking side by side when walking the dog in the evening gradually caused the two originally parallel life trajectories to gradually overlap.
When the morning light once again spread over the pages of the book, and the night wind blew through the held hands again, they finally understood that the best fate is never a deliberate arrangement, but the destiny hidden in the accident with the fragrance of coffee.
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