On the night of my eighteenth birthday, I made a wish to marry my brother-in-law, Han Bing.
He is fifteen years older than me. He is my only family member and the man I have spent my entire youth looking up to. Everyone said I was crazy and ignorant, but I was the only one who knew - it was him who first thought of me as his lost wife after a drunken spell, and held me tightly in his arms, his hot tears burning the crook of my neck.
That was a false start, but it was the origin of all my emotions.
From then on, I lived under his protection and guilt. He loved me like a father, but he left all his affection and tears to his sister in his memories. Until I became an adult, until that dependence fermented into uncontrollable love through staring day and night.
I began to feel awkwardly, cautiously crossing the line. He retreats soberly but betrays vulnerability in every drunken moment. There are dead relatives, fifteen years of time, and an insurmountable moral wall between us.
This is a journey destined to be difficult. I used my youthful courage to knock on his closed heart again and again; he used his adult restraint to build a rational defense line over and over again. Until an accident on the verge of life and death completely tore apart all pretense and hesitation...
This is a story about taboo, redemption and becoming a butterfly. Love is instinct, and loving each other is our common choice.
Intention: My sister passed away, I want to marry my brother-in-law