Nine years ago, Yu Zhi kept her little thoughts and was afraid of seeing the light. She carefully liked that person like a pilgrim. Even if he was sitting next to her, talking and joking with her, he was still the sun that could not be touched, a god-like existence. Yu Zhi has never told anyone, not even her sister who loves her the most. I am never embarrassed to express this kind of overly warm emotion from my mouth. I don't know what tone to use and what kind of emotion to inject. Beautiful things cannot bear to be touched. Like a layer of frost on a fruit, they are already a sight to behold. If it weren't for that rebellion, would she still be keeping this sweet secret, living her little life thinking about the look in that person's eyes every time he called her A'zhi? If it weren't for that sword, would she never be sad, never know the bone-gnawing pain, and always live in expectation?