When she was seven years old, Shen Zhiyin begged her mother for three days and three nights to send her to Shen Zhaoning's house.
It wasn't that he was desperate, it was that from the first moment he saw her, he knew that in this life, he just wanted to stay by her side.
Ten years.
He hid himself well. Ranking first in grade, winning gold medals in competitions, and being admitted to prestigious schools, every step of the way was based on her blueprint. She thought he was just a well-behaved and sensible brother. She didn't know that he took a detour every day and passed by the downstairs of her company. She didn't know that he rejected all the girls who showed their affection. She didn't know that he had a note she had written casually under his pillow, hiding it for several years.
Until that snowy night when she found out her fiancé was cheating on her, he wiped her tears with his school uniform sleeve and said softly: "He doesn't deserve it."
Only then did she see that the boy she had raised looked at her with something she didn't dare to recognize.
"When you are eighteen, if you still want to say these things, you can tell me again."
"Okay."
He agreed simply because she didn't know - from the age of seven to eighteen, he had been waiting every day.
Waiting for someone to stop calling her sister.
