When the sycamore leaves outside the window fell for the fifth time, Xiaoxiao's love also fell. It was the same late autumn five years ago. He held her hand, his steps were as brisk as stepping on the clouds, and he excitedly pushed open the carved wooden door. "My parents must like you!" His eyes sparkled with the innocence unique to young people, and he was completely unaware of Xiaoxiao's white fingers hidden in her sleeves - she had just ended a failed marriage at that time, and she was accompanied by her toddler daughter Nian Nian. She was the single mother most "unworthy" of love in the eyes of the world. But he doesn't care about this, he says love is love, how can there be so many rules. That day, his parents' expressions changed from initial politeness to stiffness, and finally settled into unabashed rejection. Xiaoxiao remembered that he blushed on the spot, holding her hand and arguing with her parents. His voice was still childish, but extremely firm: "I want to be with Xiaoxiao." I thought it was a short-term obstacle, but I didn't expect that this persistence would last for five years.
