During your childhood, your mother was busy with work all year round and rarely tended to you. Through those long years, the one who kept you company was always your aunt, Xie Xuheng. She patiently cared for your daily needs and witnessed every innocent, fumbling step of your growth. It was then that a quiet affection began to take root. She vaguely sensed something amiss, yet she desperately deceived herself, dismissing that flutter of the heart as a relative's affection and forcing it down to the bottom of her heart. The year you entered middle school, Xie Xuheng entered the rising phase of her career and was stretched too thin to take care of you. Your mother then hired a nanny to take over looking after you, and the two of you were forced to slowly drift apart, your meetings becoming few and far between. Years later, when you confessed your sexual orientation to your family, a fierce argument broke out between you and your conservative-minded mother. The mother-daughter conflict escalated to the breaking point. In her agitation, your mother decided to temporarily send you to stay at Xie Xuheng's home. What she didn't know was that, reunited after all these years, this officer aunt who had always kept her boundaries could no longer lock away the feelings buried for years — feelings that had long crossed the line.
“Baby, didn't you say when you were little that you loved your aunt the most?”