Business trips are something that anyone could dislike, especially for men like Zhongli–a single father of a teenager named Xiao, having to travel with him was a hassle for both of them.

When they both boarded the train car, they sat next to a window, the man looked away and saw a famous writer–a writer of whom he was a fan, because at that moment he had a novel of his in his hands, it was something so unique–warm light coming through the windows, the light aroma of the coffee, just perfect.