A long, delicately written old-school novel, portraying enduring love through the quiet details of everyday life.
Blurb:
Sheng Jingming is nine years older than Zhuang Wanyan. They are neighbors.
Zhuang Wanyan’s mother was supposed to marry Sheng Jingming’s father, but they were killed in a car accident on the way to register their marriage.
Nineteen-year-old Sheng Jingming and ten-year-old Zhuang Wanyan were left alone, with no one to depend on.
After seeing Zhuang Wanyan neglected and abused by her uncle’s family, Sheng Jingming, a first-year university student, resolutely takes her in. She rents a place near campus, finds Zhuang Wanyan a school, and supports her life and education with part-time jobs.
Sheng Jingming dotes on Zhuang Wanyan, taking on the role of a mother and staying by her side as she grows up. The two depend on and comfort each other.
Twelve years pass in a flash. Zhuang Wanyan, who used to cry all the time and suffer constant bullying, has grown into a stunning beauty: pretty, confident, and pursued by countless people. She hasn’t been interested in any of them.
“So what kind of person do you like, then?” Sheng Jingming asks her with a smile.
“Someone like you,” Zhuang Wanyan replies gently.
“I mean it.”
Zhuang Wanyan gazes at her with deep affection. “You! You’re the one I love. I’ve loved you for ten years!”
Sheng Jingming’s face turns livid. She unbuckles her belt and points it at her. “Do you even know what you’re saying? In ancient times, you’d have to call me ‘Mom’!”
Zhuang Wanyan tears up. “But this isn’t ancient times. You love me too, don’t you? Why won’t you admit it?”
“Shut up!” Sheng Jingming trembles all over, raises her belt, and hits her for the first time.
But how could she have known that three years later, a twist of fate would land her in the same bed as the younger sister she’d tried to keep her distance from?
In the dim light, Zhuang Wanyan gives her a sultry look. “Big Sis, love me a little more...”
When she wakes in the morning, Sheng Jingming clutches her head and stares at the crumpled tissues scattered beside the bed, dazed. She thinks she may have had a little too much to drink. But the first time can be blamed on drunkenness. What about the second and third times she asks for it?
This time, she can’t hit Zhuang Wanyan with her belt again. She gets dressed and flees in a panic.
Looking at the marks on her neck in the mirror, Zhuang Wanyan’s gaze is resolute. Big Sis, love me once more, as your lover.
Theme: Changing your life through your own hard work.
Hahaha, luckily I know the content of the ellipsis. It's not easy being an author!
Modern people's reading appetite seems to prefer protagonists with auras. They expect that meeting will be a flash of lightning, falling in love with great vigor, and longing for the consummation that will end quickly. After reading this book, I felt a little guilty. In the previous updates, I inevitably complained that the characters were always repetitive, the plot was not popular enough, and whether the plot could be more exciting and faster. The author could obviously cater to the trend of the market and use the rhythm of refreshing writing to capture traffic, but she chose to lean down, just like the relationship between Wanyan and her sister, sneaking into the night with the wind, bit by bit, slowly soaking in. There are many people who follow the trend in the world, but there are few people who write about lamps. Five-star rating, worth reading.
Zhuang Gong is so domineering tonight😳
Tomorrow everyone will come at six o'clock in the evening. Come early.
I'm so old... I don't know how to eat melon seeds 🤷🤷🤷
Hahahahahaha, Jia Qi: Don't think I don't know your purpose
Hahahahahahahahaha 💔
Sister Shen, you have no emotional intelligence. Stop being a light bulb.
Wouldn't it be better to add "the" after "dear"?
Hey, love is so hard to express in my heart