When Zhong Qing was six, she told Yi Jian, "From now on, you're the only person I'll call 'Gege.'" Even when it came to her cousin, even when her mother threatened her with a broom, she refused to call anyone else that.
At twenty, Zhong Qing smiled with narrowed eyes. "Haha, from now on, you're mine."
At twenty-eight, Zhong Qing had lost her youthful hopes for love. But when he appeared before her again, as vivid as ever, he was like a ray of sunshine illuminating her dark life. She slowly realized that her first infatuation had long since taken root in her heart like a tumor. But faced with the helplessness of reality, where can she go from here?
