In the side yard of Qingwu Town, Xu Tang only had two treasures since he was a child: the half-embroidered cotton handkerchief left by Arou, and the maltose that Pei Zhao stuffed for him for the first time.
No one in the Xu family loved him. His biological father, Xu Li, was devoted to working in the camp, and the big house was as cold as an ice cave.
Only Pei Zhao would come to him across the long alley, share sweets with him, and take him to see ants. The two families had made arrangements to get married early. The Pei family's mung bean soup and warm cotton jackets were the only light in Xu's life.
But there is a huge conspiracy behind the medicinal materials business. Xu Li framed Pei's father, an unjust case crushed the Pei family, and the warmth of the past was completely shattered.
When they reunited, Pei Zhao shouted at him with red eyes: Your father killed my father!
There was a sea of blood and hatred between the two. Pei Ruosu complained with a stick every day, while Xu Tang was covered in bruises and never spoke a word.
He escaped from the locked side courtyard and walked thousands of miles to find Pei. He made a living by exchanging embroidery for scraps of silver, and refused to let go of the broken handkerchief even though he was being looked down upon.
Pei Zhao hated that he had the blood of the Xu family, but he was reluctant to let him wander alone.
Cold words and heartache are repeatedly pulled at each other, and the scars all over the body hide the unbroken love.
After traveling to Xi'an, the two moved out of the depressing old house and untied their old knots.
The melted maltose and the broken half-embroidered handkerchief have been going around for more than ten years. They have endured all the hardships and only stayed with each other for the rest of their lives.
Childhood sadomasochism｜Aristocratic family injustice case｜Two-way tolerance｜Broken mirror to stay together
In the past, maltose was very sweet, but later the world was filled with misery.
Traveling around Xi'an, the shackles of hatred faded away, and the two of them stayed together day and night, slowly gaining a belated stability and tenderness.
Although the old sugar is late, the sweetness has not diminished. For the rest of our lives, we will only stay with each other.
