After Xu Qingyan's mother divorced, she planned to remarry and brought home her future husband's child, a middle schooler who hadn't even finished growing in yet.
On the day they were supposed to register their marriage, his future stepfather and mother were in a car accident. They died before they could make it official.
Xu Qingyan found Song Yuzheng, who was almost as tall as him, quite a handful.
Getting called to school by his teachers was even more of a headache. He considered sending the boy to live with relatives, but couldn't bring himself to do it when he saw those watery eyes.
It wasn't until he let Song Yuzheng stay with him and saw him holding a stick, lecturing street thugs from above, that he realized he'd been fooled.
He kept thinking, things would get better once the boy grew up.
But when the boy did grow up, he pinned Xu Qingyan against the bedroom door and gazed at him with those same watery eyes as he confessed his feelings.
Xu Qingyan could only think how absurd it was. He shoved Song Yuzheng away and furiously rubbed the spot he'd touched. "I only see you as a brother."
Song Yuzheng's expression darkened. "Your skipping heartbeat says otherwise."
Theme: Cherish the people by your side.
