[Unrelated uncle and niece, brilliant scholar × gentle CEO, mutual salvation, falling with clear eyes]
“My beloved reached his hand through the hole in the door, and my heart stirred for him.”
Shen Weiyi loved that line, just as she had loved her little uncle, Shen Xiuming, year after year for a decade.
But a few words from him shattered the peace she had spent decades desperately trying to maintain:
“The key to an age-gap romance is the word ‘forget.’ Weiyi, how am I supposed to forget?”
He tried to set her wandering path straight, but in the end, he was powerless against the intensity of his love.
“Weiyi, I give up. You’re the one who taught me how to love. Why should I hold back?”
He thought his heart was stone, but in the end, no one is made of wood or stone.
