Six years ago---
He left the city and was sent to the family winery abroad. Before leaving, he said to him, "Uncle, wait for me to come back. I will protect you until I can no longer move."
He just smiled, waved his hand and told him to leave safely.
Six years later---
He returned safely and lived with him as "assistant to the general manager", but found that the deepest family relationship had already deteriorated.
Deeply in love, yet he still allowed other men to take him away from him. Just because when facing the public, even he himself was questioning whether it was love or dependence. Just because the unwavering belief in the past was just a joke.
Love is coming. Between you and me, is it the family love that is integrated into flesh and blood, or is it the unrepentant love?