Lu Jianchuan's secret was discovered when he was fifteen years old. An old yellowed paper lay quietly in an old iron box with peeling paint, announcing that he had no blood relationship with Lin Zhaoxi, the sister he regarded as the light of the world.
At that moment, the first thing he felt was not the fear of being alienated from his family by blood but ecstasy.
From that day on, he had only one goal in life: to make his sister his only one.
He lay dormant patiently, taking steps step by step, and personally cut off all the peach blossoms around her that shouldn't be there. He watched her worry about poor suitors and suffered from her occasional affections.
He thought he could keep pretending forever, until the man named Zhou Yu appeared and tried to take away his light. He couldn't stand it anymore.
"Sister." His eyes were full of paranoid whirlpools, but his voice was as aggrieved as a puppy, "Why can't you see me?"
Intention: Love is not inevitable due to blood, but the choice of the soul. It has the courage to break the shackles of the world and create its own trajectory on a road not paved by blood.