After his parents died, Xu Yanzhou lived alone in an empty house and had not eaten a proper meal in a long time.
Then, on a rainy day in late autumn, he rescued nineteen-year-old Xu Zhiyu by the roadside.
She was afraid to touch new clothes, afraid to eat even one extra bite, and when she broke a cup, her first instinct was to apologize. Nearly a month after moving in, she finally told him that she had a younger sister waiting for her to come back.
On the night the first snow fell, Xu Yanzhou found Xu Zhixue and draped his coat over her thin shoulders.
“Your sister is waiting for you at home. I've come to take you there.”
From then on, two more pairs of shoes appeared in the entryway, and two more bowls were set on the dining table. He taught them how to use phones, went with them to pick out clothes, and gradually grew used to having someone ask when he would be back whenever he went out, and someone leave a light on when he came home late.
He had thought he was simply giving them a place to live.
Only later did he realize that the two girls he had brought home had also given him a home to return to.
