Song Xubai has felt very close to his neighbor's sister since he was a child. He likes to go to his sister's house every time there is no one at home. As he grows up, the two of them talk less.
They met again. It was a rainy day in the south of the Yangtze River. The sycamore catkins fluttered in the wind and fell on the young man's shoulders, like a painting. Wu Tong was stunned and called him in to take shelter from the rain.
Since then: "Sister, there is no one in my family"
"Sister, they beat me again"
Wu Tong looked at his wet eyes and couldn't say any words of rejection.
The red rope of fate is like sycamore catkins, "pulling" the destined people together
Intention: I am destined to love you