It snowed heavily that winter, and Li Dongxu's world was completely covered, and it was bitingly cold.
He was like a piece of forgotten luggage, taken into a strange home. There was an unfamiliar scent in the air, and the floor was so smooth that it reflected his confused and uneasy face. The new "parents" smile gently but distantly. What chilled him the most was the young man standing in the shadow of the stairs - Li Haoming, his new "brother".
Li Haoming initially thought it was troublesome. This little one with misty eyes and clutching the corner of his clothes disrupted his orderly life trajectory. He didn't understand why his parents insisted on taking in this scarred "outsider".
But time flows quietly. I don't know since when, Li Haoming got used to always having a quiet little tail behind him; he got used to pushing open the door to the guest bedroom every late night when there was a thunderstorm, and acquiescing to the slightly trembling little body to crawl into his arms to find shelter; he was even more used to looking back at every moment of glory or exhaustion in his life, and he could always look into those sparkling eyes full of wholehearted dependence and looking up.
The dam of family affection has been quietly penetrated and eroded by the warm dependence over the years. Late one night, when he stared at the peaceful sleeping face of the person in his arms, his heart was suddenly seized by a strange, hot throbbing, and he was shocked to realize that the boundary had long been blurred.
Until one evening, Li Dongxu raised his face and asked softly as if confirming the last certainty in the world: "Brother, will you always stay with me?"
Li Haoming looked into those clear eyes and was silent for a long time. The snow outside the window was very much like the day they first met.
He finally spoke, his voice was very soft, but it hit each other's hearts: "Yes."
He didn't say the second half - in a way that went beyond the oath, even if it meant going against the entire world.
But he knew that some guardians had quietly deteriorated from the moment they fell in love with them.
Intention: That heavy snow sent you to me was the cruelest and most merciful arrangement of fate.