Twelve-year-old Xia Shui walked into Mo's house timidly, "Xia Shui, this will be your home from now on, and I will be your brother. Remember your brother's name, Mo Shangyuan." This was their first encounter.
Fourteen-year-old Xia Shuiguai was in the living room of Mo's house, "Little darling, this is the child of your father Mo's brother. He will also live in our house from now on. You can be considered brothers and sisters. You will have a companion in the future." Listening to Mo's mother's introduction, Xia Shuiguai looked at Yuan Ziqian, a young man in front of him who, like himself, had lost his home and came to Mo's house.
Eighteen-year-old Xia Shuigai walked out of the prison and looked at the boy who was still the same as before, "Come on, little darling, I will take you home." However, Xia Shuigai chose to quit.
Twenty-one-year-old Xia Shuiguai faced the man who was no longer gentle, "Xia Shuiguai, you will be in pain too. Since I have met you again, don't think about leaving again. Don't try to leave. It's not over between us yet. Remember my words."