At the age of five, Xia Chuan still didn't understand why his mother would never touch his head or hug him when he cried heartbreakingly; he still didn't understand why his father, who came back once every few months on average, would never take him out to play and never let him ride on his neck - just like other children, like Yang Mo's father to be exact.
He envied Yang Mo because she had a family that was always full of laughter;
He also liked Yang Mo, because she was the only one who would stand up and drive away the children amidst their mocking sarcasm.
He likes her, but he just doesn't dare to say it because he is always so ugly in front of her; he also doesn't know how to say it, because he is a stammer, and his awkward words cannot express his love, so he will only say it silently...
Watching her smile brightly at another person silently, paining silently, waiting
It's not until life goes crazy that we realize that we just love too stupidly