Zhou Yanan moved into the Zhou family in late autumn when he was sixteen years old.
Zhou Yansheng stood at the end of the corridor, not even looking at him.
Later, Zhou Yanan learned that the room and bed he lived in originally belonged to Zhou Yansheng's dead brother.
Zhou Yansheng hated him.
It should be hateful.
Late at night, he cornered me in the storage room.
"Zhou Yan'an" he stared at me, "Why do you think you can be my ladder for the rest of my life?"
"Zhou Yanan's sixteenth birthday was a belated snowfall.
It melts when it falls on someone else's shoulder, and falls into Zhou Yansheng's eyes——
However, after being buried for many years, it was difficult to collect the water. "
Concept: How love heals loneliness
