Her name was Qingqing, she lived under someone else's roof and lived cautiously for twenty-one years.
The person who called her sister was Shen Qi.
He would rest his chin on her collarbone like a puppy, and he would pinch her chin with red eyes and ask her: "Can't you look at me?"
He said she had been his since she was five years old.
But there was another person hidden in her heart, someone she thought she had forgotten long ago.
Late at night, she lied to her aunt and said she was going to Jiangcheng.
Under the quilt, Shen Qi's arms tightened and he said two words silently -
"Please."
She didn't know whether this escape meant breaking free from the prison, or pushing herself deeper into the abyss.
