Bu Ling's world is a small courtyard surrounded by barbed wire. After her parents' marriage broke up, she huddled herself in a corner and refused to come close to her - she didn't believe in promises, didn't expect warmth, and even rehearsed smiling at others countless times in her mind.
Until I met Yan Zibin.
He is a veteran who came back and opened a gym, always with just the right sense of proportion. When they met unexpectedly for the first time, he asked you to apologize in an unquestionable tone. But later when he learned that she was troubled by trivial matters in her original family, he silently helped her block all difficulties and only said "I'm here."
He never said "I will accompany you", but when she couldn't draw the design, he sat quietly and read the documents; she was afraid of social interaction, so he handled all the situations for her and protected her behind him; she didn't dare to mention the "future", so he planned little by little and wrote her name into every expectation.
Yan Zibin's tenderness is not a vigorous pursuit, but a steady stream of penetration: it is remembering the details that she does not eat coriander, it is the half of her shoulder that always leans towards her when holding an umbrella on rainy days, and it is after seeing through her disguised strength that she softly says "No need to hold on, you can rely on me."
The barbed wire fence will one day be melted by the warmth. Bu Ling looked at the man who had always tolerated her and preferred her, and slowly learned to let go of her guard and try to reach out and touch the sunshine. It turns out that not all feelings will break up, and not all promises will fall through.
