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In the land of Guixu, the star trails and earth veins are intertwined, hiding countless secrets sealed by time. Wen Jingran held half of the mottled dominoes and stood on the bluestone, always thinking of the day he first met Su Wan - she was squatting under the old locust tree, catching the scattered particles of light with her fingertips, her hair on the temples stained with morning dew, like a painting from an ancient book. He is a descendant of the nest keeper, with the mission of protecting the ruins flowing in his blood; she is a stranger who accidentally breaks in, and the traces of light on her palm can awaken the sleeping texture. From the yellowed silk in the stone cabinet to the mottled growth rings under the ancient cypress trees, from the whispers in the depths of the spring to the unbroken silver threads in the valley of the cocoon house, their trajectories are repeatedly entwined by light and shadow. He protected her through the mist of Bluebird Meadow, and she accompanied him to complete the incomplete traces of her ancestors. When Wen Jingran's knife and Su Wan's light came into contact in the dark night, the oaths engraved on the dominoes, the waiting hidden in the cocoon silk, and the promises soaked in the spring water suddenly took shape - it was the straight line of his spine when he stood in front of her; it was the warmth of her fingertips when she continued the path of light for him. The wind in Guixu said that the toughest silk is always woven into a cocoon called "protection" in the palms of two people.

Wen Yuning's life was pale and soaked in the smell of medicine and disinfectant. Congenital heart disease was like an invisible shackle, which made her accustomed to watching the clouds rolling and relaxing by the window, thinking that her life would only slowly wither in silence. Until Fu Siyan's appearance, like a sudden rainstorm, disrupted her stagnant life. He was the CEO of the Fu family who was known to turn everything around in the business world. He was rumored to be cold, ruthless, and unkind, but he was so paranoid about her that he was almost crazy. "Wen Yuning, your life belongs to me. If anyone dares to cause you any pain, I will tear his bones apart." He protected her under his wings and cleared all obstacles for her, but he also cast a heavy shadow in her heart - his love was too hot and heavy, almost suffocating her. She wanted to escape, but was held tightly by him again and again. "Yu Ning, don't even think about running away. You are mine in life, and you can only be my ghost in death." When the sickly White Rose meets the paranoid controller, is it redemption or a deeper sinking? She didn't know that behind this imprisonment in the name of love, there was a secret that spanned ten years, and she was his destined disaster from the beginning.

In Xu Qinghe's life, two things have been inseparable: the stomachache that has plagued her since childhood, and Gu Yuchuan, who has protected her since childhood. Under the old locust tree at the entrance of the alley, she curled up and cried, and he stood on tiptoe to pick ivy leaves and said, "It doesn't hurt to chew them." In the high school classroom, she soaked her clothes in cold sweat from the pain, and he took out warm water and stomach medicine, and wiped the white marks on the corners of her lips with his fingertips. After graduating from college, she squatted at the intersection and suffered from colic, and he ran over in a white coat, picked her up and said, "From now on, I will take care of your stomach for the rest of my life." Gu Yuchuan became the attending physician in the Department of Gastroenterology. Her medicines are always kept in her office drawer, her phone is filled with her routes, and three alarm clocks are set to remind her to eat while on duty. But her stomach pain became more and more irregular - her face turned pale during meetings, she couldn't straighten up while holding on to a streetlight on the way to get off work, and she woke up late at night with pain and couldn't even touch her mobile phone. He always said "Don't be afraid, I'm here", but she panicked when she saw the red bloodshot eyes and deepening dark circles in his eyes. He was afraid that his delicate stomach would drag down his bright life. Until she fainted from pain in the company tea room. When she woke up, she saw him holding her hand, his knuckles turned white and his voice was hoarse: "Qinghe, stop hiding. Taking care of you is not a burden. It is what I want to do most in my life." The bond between childhood sweethearts is hidden in every stomachache. He became a doctor for her, but she was afraid of becoming his disease. Cuteness is a medicine that goes both ways.

Shen Zhiyan is a legend in this city. On the surface, he is the richest man, but secretly he is in charge of the underground kingdom that no one dares to pry into. After his parents died young, his only sister Shen Nian'an became his rival, and all suitors who tried to get close to her disappeared from his sight without exception. The only exception is Lin Yang, the boy next door. He watched Shen Nian'an grow from a little girl with braids to a graceful girl. She cried for him and laughed for him. This cautious secret love was hidden in her eyes, but it could not be hidden from Shen Zhiyan's eyes. Warnings became commonplace. No one knew that Lin Yang was waiting too. Wait until she grows up, wait until she is strong enough to fight against the boss who is crazy about protecting her sister, and then she can express her feelings that have been hidden for more than ten years. But fate had a way of joking - in the spring of his freshman year, Shen Nian'an suddenly fainted in class. After being sent to the hospital, behind the diagnosis of anemia, there was a test sheet for benign gastric cancer, which silently dragged everyone's life into the unknown whirlpool.

Ruan Tingnan's world is always torn to pieces by the sudden burst of blood. Frequent vomiting blood and fainting were like time bombs, making her accustomed to curling up in paleness and pain, thinking that she would only be with medicine jars for the rest of her life. Until Jiang Xubai crashed into her life. He was the lamp that never went out by her hospital bed, the porridge he warmed for her at three in the morning, and the hand that held her tightly with white knuckles when she coughed up blood. She fell down time and time again, and he supported her tired body to help her up again and again, until one day, he himself fainted outside the ward due to overexertion. He said: "Ruan Tingnan, this is the 99th time I like you." She looked at the red bloodshot eyes under his eyes and the stomachache caused by staying up late for a long time, and finally nodded with tears in her eyes. So what if you can't have children? They have already planted tenderness in each other's lives that lasts longer than the stars.

Lin Weixi's life is defined by three points: home, school, and hospital. A rare chronic arrhythmia makes dizziness the norm, and the smell of disinfectant water is more familiar than sunlight. Her neighbor Jiang Yi is the only light in her gray world. He was handsome, with a temper as cold as ice. He was distant and distant from others, but he gave her all his tenderness: the warm water and sugar she handed to her when she squatted down, the textbooks and explanations that showed up on time every day when she was in the hospital, and the back that stood calmly in front of her when she was teased. From school uniforms to suits, he always reserved a place for her in his life plan - giving up a high salary in a distant place just because "the hospital is closer here"; when she suddenly fainted, he would hold her tightly with a trembling voice and say with red eyes, "You have to keep looking at me" when she suddenly fainted. Their love was not vigorous and vigorous, only a long-lasting tacit understanding: he adjusted the room temperature for her, and she left the light for him. Even though the "bomb" of dizziness was never defused, they still held hands and entered into marriage. In the sunny afternoon, he held her and sat on the balcony. She leaned in his arms and listened to the news. The dizziness that occasionally struck her was firmly supported by him. Some regrets may never be made up for, but as long as we are with each other, our days will always be filled with constant warmth.

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The old locust tree at the entrance of the alley had lost its leaves for eighteen years, and Lu Jingchuan protected Rao Yue for eighteen years. She was the girl at the end of the alley who always carried a hand warmer. Her stomach pain and menstrual pain always made her look pale, but she would smile at him and say, "When you make money, take me to eat all over the street." He tried his best to move up, changing the rental house into an apartment with a balcony, and replacing the hand warmer with a thermostatic cup, thinking that he would finally be able to live a stable life for her, but she suddenly said "I don't love him anymore" with red eyes. She has a gentle and gentle senior brother by her side, who will hold back her drinks and remember that she doesn't eat spicy food, just like him before. Lu Jingchuan's world collapsed. He didn't understand how the hunger, the cold, and the life they had spent together became "inappropriate." Until that snowy night, he found her lying in the snow on the street corner, holding a wrinkled diagnosis certificate in her hand - terminal gastric cancer. It turns out that she doesn't love him anymore, but she is afraid that he will watch her go. It turns out that her senior brother's gentleness was just a knife she borrowed to push him away. How should he expose this deep love that was created by leaving, and how should he catch it?

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