Lu Yue Shiqi

They parted in a rush during the height of summer six years ago. She blocked him and left him with just one message: Don't contact me again. After years of going back and forth, Zhou Hua returned from Suzhou to their small hometown and opened a café called [June Seventeenth]. The name held the beginning of their story, and every cup of clear, bright coffee was filled with the longing he'd carried for six whole years. An unexpected reunion reopened old wounds. The misunderstanding was cleared up, but their past arguments and the long wait still stood between them. Both were afraid of repeating the past, and neither dared to get back together in haste. So they made a bet: three years. No strings attached. They would each grow at their own pace and spend that time as friends. If, after three years, they still couldn't let go of each other, they would be together. A café, an old love put on hold, and a promise about time. They left the answer to the years ahead, but would time fulfill their longing, or leave them with nothing but regret?