As Jiang Zhiju's de facto "child adopter" and nominal "brother"
The fact that Jiang Xianqing likes Jiang Zhiju has become a secret known to everyone.
Until one day, the little girl happily told him:
I fell in love with someone.
So after Shen Jinmu appeared, he spent two years watching her love someone else. After Shen Jinmu died, he spent another three years begging her to hate him.
But how many five years are there in life?
Loving someone only results in ruin and bruises.
When Shen Jinmu's carefully crafted lies began to fall apart, Jiang Zhiju finally saw clearly the whip marks she had burned on his back with her own hands, and the hot red wine she had poured into his throat. All the humiliation and trampling were the poison of Shen Jinmu's jealousy, and they were the most painful seal on Jiang Xianqing's silent love letter in the past thirteen years.
"Jiang Zhiju, you are really mean to me. But I like you the most."
Finally, when he fell from the top floor, all his affection turned into a sharp blade, cutting through the cruel truth and the scars on her heart that had lasted for many years.
The painted earth has been a prison for fifteen years, and love is like a thorn around the neck.
She was so embarrassed, it turned out that love itself is cruel and does not seek results.
Intention: From now on, I have no intention of loving the good night and let him go down to the west tower under the bright moon.
