The year Wen Yanci first met Lu Yuhe, she was just born and he was three years old.
Before she opened her eyes, she took her hand out of the swaddling clothes and grasped his index finger.
The grip was tight. He didn't pull back, nor did he want to pull back.
Later, she learned to dance, and he supported her.
The year her mother died, he stayed with her all night.
When she won the championship at the age of nine, he shouted hoarsely in the audience.
On her eighteenth birthday, he knelt on the rooftop and said: Marry me.
She nodded.
I got my certificate at the age of twenty, and gave birth to a child at the age of twenty-one.
Everyone said that Lu Yuhe's life was a script written by Wen Yanci.
She believed it herself.
She didn't know that the second half of the story was not written like this.
