When nine-year-old Li Yueyan climbed out of the pile of dead people, he picked up a five-year-old orphan girl with amnesia.
He broke half a piece of naan bread in half and gave the larger one to her.
He covered her with a shabby bed and wrapped himself in straw.
She grabbed the hem of his clothes and called "brother", and he took this call seriously and turned it into his life.
From a refugee to a soldier, from a soldier to an officer, the more blood on his hands, the more silent he looked at her. And she grew up from a timid and dependent Sui Sui to a sober and tenacious Shen Sui'an, and finally looked him directly in the eyes one day and asked -
"Li Yueyan, what do you think I am?"
He was silent for a long time and only answered with one word: "Fate."
In troubled times like a long night, they are each other's only glimmer of light.
But the light is too hot. Can't hold it, can't let go.
