When I was six years old,
Suning used a stool to cook for the whole family, and the egg custard always belonged to his younger brother.
At the age of 16, her parents did not allow her to go to high school. She ran away from her native family with all the pain. She struggled to survive in the cracks of the city like a speck of dust that no one could see.
Her parents' demands were never-ending, and her sister's taking for granted was like a sharp thorn. She thought her life was doomed to be cold, until she met the silent him.
Chen Mo, an IT engineer who suffers from social difficulties, stumbles when speaking, and even the roots of his ears turn red when he faces her.
He doesn't know how to speak touching words of love, but he remembers her every taste preference; he doesn't dare to look directly into her eyes, but he silently guards her every step of the way home.
The warm breakfast on the doorknob, the figure downstairs after working overtime late at night, the tissue handed to her when she broke down and cried, when she stood by the river and wanted to give up everything, someone pulled her back to the world desperately. - He used the most clumsy way to weave a gentle net to catch her falling life.
When his family reaches out to ask for love again, and when the joke of fate suddenly strikes, Suning finally understands that true confession requires no words.
Every cake, every biscuit he made, every glass of warm water he handed over with a blushing face was the most affectionate "I love you."
This is a story about brokenness and repair, and a love letter written in action by a silent guardian. See how two imperfect people use their clumsiest sincerity to save each other and build a harbor called "home" on the ruins.
"Love is respect and action."
——All scars will eventually be gently healed by silent love.
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