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"In the past, I only dared to be kind to you in my dreams. Later, I could also have a good night during the day." Shi Xia could talk eloquently to everyone, but in front of Ning tide, he got stuck when he opened his mouth. She is the content person in charge of the Miandao project. She is six years older than him. She speaks quickly, has clean logic, and never talks nonsense. He thought that his love was well hidden - "Let her go to bed earlier" was posted on the back of his work ID, he deleted half of a sentence in the shared document, he brought her almond croissants every morning, and he brought a copy to everyone, just to avoid being noticed. What he didn't know was that Ning tide had seen them all. Starting from that half-second stuck in the conference room. It started when he said, "Send me home" after working overtime on a rainy night. It started when I woke up from a nap with an extra coat of his on me. Later the dream came to reality. Confession on Wutong Road, the 45-minute high-speed train ride between Hangzhou and Shanghai, the work ID sticker changed from "Let her go to bed earlier" to "Good night even during the day." A tender story from secret love to publicity, from dreams to daylight. It turns out that a true good night does not need to wait until dark.

Shixia met Ning Xi for the first time in the first class of the new semester at the university. She was sitting a few rows ahead, with her face in the sunlight. The lowered arc of her eyelashes made something in his heart move slightly. Although it was his first time meeting him, he felt that this face was as familiar as an old song whose lyrics he had forgotten. Then they came closer slowly. The chance encounter in the library, the tacit understanding of sitting side by side in the cafeteria, and the voice of "me too" in the sunset on the rooftop. Shi Xia always felt that she was hiding something from him - she looked at him too deeply, stayed silent for too long, and stopped mid-sentence too many times, then lowered her eyes and said "nothing". But he didn't have time to ask. That heavy rain came too quickly. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a white ceiling. I couldn't move my legs, and my mind was in chaos. Then he turned his head and saw Ning Xi sitting by the bed, her eyes red, holding his hand. She began to tell him a story. Let's start from a long time ago. Some people's love is spoken. Some people's love waits for more than ten years before it is finally seen.