He was twenty-seven and she was nine.
He is the much-anticipated heir to the Ji family, and she is the adopted granddaughter of the old man of the Ji family.
The identity of the closest relative in name only lingered overnight nine years later.
She woke up crying, "Ji Langxuan, we did something wrong."
He reached out to brush away the tears from the corner of her eyes, smiling brightly and coquettishly, "Be good, give me a child."
He is her second uncle, and he is a fate she cannot escape.
She is his special path, but she is the rib he can't let go of.