Cultivation system, the next year, mutual redemption, white and black
After a car accident, two unrelated teenagers lived together in a house in an old alley.
I was sixteen years old at the time, working part-time jobs while studying in high school to support the lives of two of us.
He is ten years old, silent and sensible, always quietly waiting for me to come home, and catching up on time by studying hard.
Eight years passed in a blink of an eye, I was twenty-four, and he was eighteen.
The child who used to cling to me has grown up. He stands in front of me, his eyes hiding his unexpressed feelings for many years.
"It's always your fault for falling in love with you."
Intention: As time goes by, cherish the people in front of you