"Can you love me?" She asked him that night, with an innocent and romantic look on her face, and her bright eyes showed her infatuated love for him. It's her fourteenth birthday.
"Yinyin, you're drunk." He stopped contemplating, but couldn't help but frown slightly.
He kept his hands in the most upright position, just gently placing them on her hair, but locking her firmly. His stiff body was deliberately distant because of the weird atmosphere, but she could feel it. How could she, who was so sober, be talking nonsense when she was drunk?
From the moment she met him again, her heart sank to the point where both humans and gods were angry. But he always avoided it intentionally or unintentionally. He just told her clearly: "Although I haven't seen you for many years, I have never raised you or participated in your growth. But now I will take good care of you. You must remember clearly now that I am your uncle."