Because I have experienced warmth and light, I cherish every warmth and repay it twice as much. I thought I was rational. I was trapped in the family since I was a child, and rationality should be the way to survive in that circle. Until someone told me, no, I am not rational, but conservative because I am afraid of losing. I think maybe, if this relationship is just a game to him, then I will be completely emotional from beginning to end and lose in a mess.
——Wen Yu
Since I was a child, I have had a growing environment that most people in the world would envy. I have a well-off family, my mother's elegant job, and my appearance that has been praised by others since I was a child. Except for my father's death, everything seems to be fine. Until the accident when I was 14 years old, my world had undergone earth-shaking changes. The death of relatives, the bankruptcy of the company, and a series of blows made me want to take revenge all the time. This was the belief that supported me. I used him as one of my chess pieces, thinking that I could control the overall situation, but I didn't expect that my own inner demons would arise.
——Yi An
In the sunshine, Yi An smiled so wantonly that even the sunshine was dimmed by this smile. He held Wen Yu's hand,
"Sister Wen, I want to be with you forever. I miss you so much."
Yi An sat on the sofa and took Wen Yu's hand.
"Where are you going?"
"Pour water." Wen Yu tried hard to pull her hand away, but was held tighter.
"Can you please not leave me... At least not for the next few days."
Wen Yu's heart began to throb. He turned around, lifted Yi An's chin with his fingers, and raised a self-deprecating smile.
"Five years ago, you stayed with me to make my brother uncomfortable. Why did you do it this time? Tell me, Yi An, what value do I have in your heart?"
"No," Yi An couldn't help but shook his head, "I really like you."
"Okay," Wen Yu's eyes were slightly moist, "Then tell me, what is the value of having you here with me, so that I can be with you?"
Wen Yu got under the quilt and kept shouting, "It's so cold." He took the opportunity to put his hand on Yi An's waist. Yi An frowned, took Wen Yu's hand, rubbed it gently, and breathed.
"I'm going to turn up the heat."
"No," Wen Yu pouted, took out her hand and cupped it in front of Yi An's chest, wrapping her arms around Yi An's waist, "It's okay if it's cold. If it's cold, I can hold you tighter."
Intention: growth