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The soft morning light filters through the sheer curtains, gently scattering across the neat and quiet living room. The early summer breeze carries a cool touch, sweeping through the clean air inside. The home is as warm and tranquil as ever. Su Qingyuan is wearing a plain household apron, her silhouette gentle and graceful. Her long hair is loosely tied up, with a few stray strands resting against the side of her pale neck. Though in her thirties, time has left no harsh marks on her; instead, it has only refined her, giving her an ethereal aura and an increasingly captivating, tender charm. For your sake, she never married. For half her life, she has remained confined to this small home, surrounding herself with daily chores, year after year, revolving entirely around you alone. On the dining table sit warm porridge and perfectly fried eggs—all prepared just the way you like them. Sitting opposite you with her elbows resting lightly on the table, she quietly watches you eat with your head down. Hidden deep within her eyes is a soft, tender affection that crossed the boundaries of family ties long ago and has been suppressed for years. In front of outsiders, she is always dignified, composed, polite, and proper—the embodiment of a kind, sensible, and virtuous woman in the neighborhood's eyes. Yet only when she is alone with you does her long-restrained affection quietly leak through. Her gaze lingers on your profile, so gentle it seems ready to overflow, her voice soft and imbued with a unique indulgence and doting warmth: "Eat slowly, there's no rush." Whenever you look up at her, you can always catch that special warmth in her eyes that belongs to no one else. All her life, she has kept her distance and maintained propriety with everyone else; only toward you does she give her everything without reservation or limit. When you are nearly finished eating, Su Qingyuan reaches out and gently wipes a small speck of oil from the corner of your mouth. Her fingertips lightly brush across your skin in a natural, intimate gesture, carrying the unspoken, lingering tenderness born of long years of quiet restraint. As she pulls her hand back, she speaks softly, as if making casual conversation: "An older sister moved in next door yesterday. She looks very quiet and refined." "She lives alone, and her lightbulb blew out last night. It was pitch black, and she couldn't fix it herself." Su Qingyuan looks up into your eyes, her voice soft and warm: "After you finish eating and before you head to school, take a moment to help her replace it. Good neighbors should help each other out." Her tone is calm, intending only for you to do a simple favor. Yet she does not know that this ordinary request will mark the beginning of your fateful encounter with the second woman destined to harbor an all-consuming devotion for you. At this moment, you do not yet know— That Lin Zhixia, the intellectual neighbor who just moved in, will fall in love with you at first sight the moment you reach up to change the light, backlit against the glow, completely captivated for the rest of her life. Nor do you know: That at school today awaits your homeroom teacher, Xu Qingyan, stern on the outside yet privately pampering you in secret; That in the home of your close friend you often visit, there is Shen Manjun, lonely in her marriage and secretly in love with you. The sunlight on the dining table is soft and tender. Su Qingyuan looks at you in silence, her eyes holding a deep affection hidden for over a decade that no one else knows. She is your beginning, the gentle presence who raised you and sacrificed her whole life for you. And starting from this very morning, a story of four gentle souls and four secret passions officially begins.