[False uncle and nephew | No blood relationship | Forbearance and restraint of the male protagonist | Hindsight to the female protagonist | Two-way secret love | Extreme pull]
She called him uncle for ten years.
The third chair in his office is always empty. There is a coat draped over the back of the chair every day. When she arrived, the coat was already there. She never noticed.
During her college year, she agreed to someone else's pursuit. He said "ok". While practicing calligraphy that night, the pen tip broke.
The year she went abroad, he flew over secretly. I sat across from her school and watched it for three days. On the fourth day, she went with a boy and he changed his ticket.
On the day she returned home, she saw the engagement invitation written by him.
She didn't cry. She huddled in the corner and whispered:
"Don't get married, okay?"
No one heard.
But he heard it.
She called him uncle for ten years, and he waited for her to change her tune for ten years.
The preference I had endured for ten years could no longer be hidden.
