When she found out that the loved one who fell in love with her was so painful, it was like a tightly stretched thread that could break at any time. She had been protecting it carefully for fear of breaking.
He burst out in anger and yelled at her, "I am your uncle."
She knew that he was her uncle. She had been around him since she was a child, calling him uncle, uncle. I don't know when, but this kind of family affection had already turned into love.
What binds them is blood, family affection, morality, and ethics. What cannot bind them is the spring-like love. Facts have proved that escaping again and again will only lead to more missing.
A lie will prevent them from meeting each other forever. Sometimes, love is not a kind of cruelty