The scales on the dial in the room were clear and hard, just like the visible but intangible boundary between the two - he was an adopted child, and Sun Jingheng was his nominal father.
But some feelings tend to grow wildly against the rules. It was the unintentional physical touch in the study room late at night, the warmth of his fingertips when he tightened his collar on a rainy day, and the undercurrent that could not be hidden in the countless moments of looking at each other.
Sun Xubai had stared at the Chinese watch in a daze countless times. He always wanted to know whether the so-called taboo had a measurable scale?
Until one drunken night, Sun Jingheng pressed his forehead, his voice hoarse and hoarse: "I have followed the rules for eighteen years, but I still failed in your eyes."
It turns out that love has no scale, only whether you dare or not, and whether you should or should not.
Purpose: Breaking ordinary people's view of love in the ordinary world