A Rose-Growing Handbook

In the snowy depths of winter in Country M, Sheng Shilan, heir to the Sheng family, took a rare and precious rose from a Bronx slum. From that moment on, Sheng Jin had a real home in every sense of the word. From the age of ten to twenty, Sheng Shilan claimed the most important decade of Sheng Jin's life for himself. Their long years together led Sheng Jin to the mistaken belief that Sheng Shilan would always be his family, his older brother, and even the most important person in his life. But when Sheng Jin turned twenty, Sheng Shilan shattered all his hopes with a single sentence: “I have never considered him my younger brother, and I have never considered him part of the Sheng family.” Sometimes Sheng Jin wondered if ordinary people could ever find a way into the heart of someone as cold in spirit as Sheng Shilan. And yet that same man, holding Sheng Jin by the arm on a snowy night, felt like a chain he could never break free from. His expression was no longer as composed as usual, and his voice, murmured by Sheng Jin's ear, was cold and strangely possessive. He said “Xiao Jin, more than those titles...” “I want the right to hold you and kiss you.” Reader's guide: 1. Sheng Jin (gong) × Sheng Shilan (shou) 2. The gong and shou are unrelated by blood. Age gap, with the gong younger by eight years. 3. The author's writing is simplistic and the logic is poor. My skills are lacking, and the story may turn out badly or fall apart, so please read with caution. Theme: I keep moving forward against the wind