Seven years ago, an accident caused Yan Qiu to selectively forget all memories about his younger brother Yan Chuanyun.
At that time, Yan Chuanyun was still a young man who would shyly call "brother" behind him, but now he has become a man standing in front of him with deep eyes and a tall body.
Yan Qiu could only treat this sudden appearance of his "younger brother" with polite alienation, but Chuan Yun pressed forward step by step, infiltrating his life in a seemingly gentle way - blocking out trouble for him, remembering all his preferences, and even stubbornly staying by his bedside when he was sick, with paranoia that he couldn't understand in his eyes.
"We were... Very familiar before?" Yan Qiu finally couldn't help but ask.
Yan Chuanyun leaned forward, his warm breath brushed against his ears, his voice was low and hoarse with an unmistakable possessiveness: "Brother, it's more than just familiarity. What you forgot, I will make you remember it again bit by bit."
Those forgotten turbulent loves are quietly being rebuilt on the ruins of memory.
Intention: Thank you for your love, babies
