Her Eighteen Years Old[gb]

Everyone knows that Guan Yue, the once most lawless young master of the Guan family, became the canary raised in a cage by federal colonel Jiang Xianqing five years ago. In the first year when Jiang Xianqing was forcibly tied to him, Guan Yue was so proud that he would rather die than obey. He was like an enraged wolf, eager to bite off a piece of meat from Jiang Xianqing anytime and anywhere. In the second year, Guan Yue learned to lie dormant, hiding all his hatred in his heart and showing an expression of submission. He vowed that if he could escape from prison one day, he would make Jiang Xianqing pay the price with blood. In the third year, Guan Yue no longer talked about revenge. He just wanted to leave far away one day and live the rest of his life in a place where Jiang Xianqing would never be found. In the fourth year, Guan Yue was already overcooked. As long as Jiang Xianqing smiled softly in his ear, his body could not help but soften. In the fifth year, Guan Yue accepted his fate. He grew his hair long, washed his hands to make soup, kissed Jiang Xianqing on the lips before she left home, and embraced her with open arms every time she came home. If this kind of life must last a lifetime, let it last a lifetime. But in this fifth year, Guan Yue received news of Jiang Xianqing's death. She died accidentally during a secret mission. He suddenly gained the freedom he had dreamed of, but he also suddenly found that he could no longer imagine the so-called future. One day many years later, Jiang Xianqing's former comrade-in-arms found Guan Yue, who was teaching at the university. Coming with her was a girl wearing a high school uniform. A certain familiar feeling made Guan Yue's heart pound. Comrades said, this is Jiang Xianqing. "For unknown reasons, her body, mind and memory have all regressed to the state they had when she was eighteen years old." The comrade said, "Professor Guan, we need you to be her guardian temporarily." Guan Yue's mind went blank. He stared at the girl and asked unconsciously: "Why?" The comrade was silent for a moment, sighed, and sent him a document. "Because only you are the most suitable." It was an effective marriage registration record, and the registrants were him and Jiang Xianqing. The registration time was on the eve of Jiang Xianqing's death. * Guan Yue took the "eighteen-year-old" Jiang Xianqing home. The girl stood in the entrance hall with her head lowered, her hair covering her expression. She looked silent and gloomy, completely different from the strong and cold person in Guan Yue's memory. Guan Yue found a new pair of slippers for her. She finally looked at him gently and asked, "What should I call you?" At the age of eighteen, Jiang Xianqing didn't know him yet. "..." Guan Yue hesitated for a moment, "Call me... Uncle." After saying that, he regretted it and his hair stood on end. Just as he was about to change his words, he heard her low voice. "Uncle." ... So good. Deposited on May 11, 2026. Purpose: Your life must be in your own hands