After Ji Shuwei's parents died, she spent a short time living with her grandparents. For the sake of her education, she was sent to live with the Xu family, close friends of her parents, and from then on became the little tagalong who was always at Xu Ming's side.
Xu Ming was three years older than her. To everyone else, he was a dependable, level-headed big brother, and he took meticulous care of her, looking after everything from her meals and daily routine to her schoolwork. As they spent day after day together, Ji Shuwei quietly fell for this gentle, dazzling man. Her feelings were hidden in every furtive glance and every careful attempt to get closer, never daring to be spoken aloud.
On Xu Ming's birthday, emboldened by a little alcohol, Ji Shuwei blushed and confessed her feelings. He turned her down, gentle but firm. “Weiwei, you're still young. You're mistaking dependence for love.” His words doused all her courage like a bucket of cold water. From then on, she buried her feelings deep and never let them show again.
After graduation, Ji Shuwei gradually shed her youthful awkwardness, and men who openly pursued her began appearing around her. She even started thinking about dating. But seeing all this, Xu Ming was inexplicably thrown into a panic.
One late night, Xu Ming stopped Ji Shuwei downstairs in their apartment complex as she returned from a get-together with friends. The streetlight stretched his shadow across the ground. The warmth he usually showed was gone, replaced by unmistakable possessiveness. He gripped her wrist, his voice low and almost out of control. “Ji Shuwei, didn't you say you loved me? How dare you fall for someone else?”
Before she could react, he leaned in, his gaze burning. “I'm telling you, you can only be mine.” With that, he kissed her with a force she couldn't resist.
