When the fate began, the boy had not experienced lies and betrayal. The 17-year-old girl thought it was just a passing encounter.
"Hello, my name is Yang Huai." The young man said with innate arrogance.
"Hello, I'm Su Luo." She faced the indifference, neither humble nor overbearing.
She was inexplicably disliked by Yang Huai for taking the title of sister, and he squandered his youth without caring about others. Why come to this home? She thought. Just for a boring reason. Probably somewhat similar to that person.
"You can never be like her. There is a huge gap between you and her." Yang Huai said.
When it finally collapsed one day, she pulled her father's sleeves and cried rarely: "Dad, let's go, don't stay here anymore..."
What rejected her was her father's frost-stained years and endless sorrow.
When she was truly taken seriously by the young man, it was she who said: "Yang Huai, come here."
The crowd called eagerly. The rebellious anxiety in the corners of his eyes seemed to be worn away in an instant.
The girl has gentle eyes, which are enough to bear the misfortune and willfulness of his life, as well as... Love.