When she was a child, she called him, “Brother Lianyue.”
As a teenager, she called him, “Lianyue.”
When they were in love, she called him, “Lianyue.”
When they broke up, she called him, “Jiang Lianyue.”
When they met again, she called him, “Brother-in-law.”
She had always accepted his affection without a second thought. Then one day, a sharp shard of glass cut across her jaw, and she finally understood: she could only ever be his little sister.
At some point, he had begun to see her differently.
When his cool lips first brushed her warm lips, he finally understood. She was his, just as she was meant to be.
When they met again, she had a fiancé, and he had a fiancée. They became two parallel lines...
