When Ji Zhihan was five years old, he walked into the Gu family mansion through the side door. My mother said: Be good, be measured, and remember your place.
She looked up at the bottom of the stairs and saw a girl with the backlight - Gu Shenyue, the eldest daughter of the Gu family, someone she could not reach.
Later, Gu Shenyue took her into the attic: \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"It's too big. It's a bit empty to be alone.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\" That was what the seven-year-old Gu Shenyue could say, the closest thing to "I need you\\\\\\\\\\\\\\".
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Ten years later, Ji Zhihan discovered why every friend she had ever made disappeared at a certain point. Not a coincidence. It is a web that I have been weaving since I was seven years old. The person weaving the web was standing in front of her and said in the gentlest tone——
\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"That person is not suitable for you. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"
The tone is not serious. His eyes didn't dodge. Ji Zhihan finally saw what had been hidden in those eyes for more than ten years: not anger, not guilt, but deep and undisguised confirmation.
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She knew who she was, but she didn't run away.
\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"I know who she is. But I still...\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"
I swallowed the last words. But she knew that word clearly.
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From five years old to twenty-five years old, twenty years. A staircase, a loft, two people. She escaped, she was dragged back. She was silent and waited.
Until finally she pushed the door open, squatted down and held her hand: \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"Gu Shenyue. I love you. It started a long time ago.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"
Gu Shenyue's tears fell on the back of her hand.
\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"Do you know that I have been waiting for this sentence for more than ten years.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"
Concept: Love is not control. It's when you have the ability to control everything that you choose to hand over the keys to her.
