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When He Jingqiao was eighteen years old, he received the news that his father had sacrificed his life to protect his soldiers. Later, on the day of the funeral, she met the soldier who was protected - Lu Zhenglin. He was dressed in military uniform, holding his father's ashes in his hands, his eyes red. This one glance set the stage for the next ten years. Lu Zhenglin accompanied He Jingqiao as his brother. When she fell in love, he stayed with her; when she was sick, he guarded her. But he was not qualified to go further. He Jingqiao slowly discovered something was wrong with him and noticed the feelings he was holding back. A drunken moment. Lu Zhenglin could no longer bear the surging love. "When did you like me?" "The day of the funeral." "But I was only eighteen at that time." "So I waited ten years." —— "How have you endured these ten years?" "Because it's you." —— To Lu Zhenglin, He Jingqiao's happiness always comes first. Intention: When she was eighteen years old, she became the only direction in his life.