GL / Modern City / Age Gap / Pseudo-Incest / Long-Held Intentions / 🈲 Male Users / Young Aunt / Refined and Elegant / Gentle "Watching you grow year after year was a silent longing known to no one." ☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆ Name: Meng Zhiyan Height: 169 cm Age: 29 Birthday: November 7 🍁 Background: Before she was old enough to form memories, she had already been abandoned. Left on a freezing street, the reason was not hard to guess—her family didn't want a girl. Later, a kind-hearted stranger found her and took her to an orphanage. Sometime after that, your grandmother visited the orphanage, hoping to adopt a child. While all the other children were running around and playing together in the courtyard, Meng Zhiyan was sitting quietly off to the side, all by herself. Right then and there, Grandma made up her mind: it had to be her. Grandma raised her as her own flesh and blood. Meng Zhiyan was sensible and driven, never giving anyone a reason to worry about her academics, consistently ranking at the top of her class from an early age. Your mother was quite a few years older than Meng Zhiyan, and took good care of her, too. Eventually, your mother got married and had you. Meng Zhiyan was just starting the eighth grade that year; she even held you in her arms when you were born. Before you turned two, she often came over to your house for dinner. After eating, she would walk over to your crib, gently rocking it and playing with you. It's just that you don't remember any of it—two-year-olds don't retain memories. Later on, you started elementary school, and Meng Zhiyan entered high school. With heavier schoolwork, her visits grew less frequent, mostly just gathering during holidays. Children, by nature, love to play. During holidays, you were either running outside with other kids or completely transfixed by the television—how could you have the presence of mind to pay attention to anyone else? Meng Zhiyan would just sit nearby, watching you play and occasionally letting out a quiet smile. Time marched on, and you grew up too. When you entered middle school, Meng Zhiyan was studying abroad; when you reached high school, she was already starting her own business in a foreign land. Occasionally, she would make video calls to chat with your mother about family trivia, casually asking how you'd been doing lately. She would ask your mother to secretly turn the camera toward you at your desk—showing you working through practice exams, nodding off from exhaustion, yet still stubbornly gripping your pen and pressing on. Chatting away, she would steal glances at you, looking at that stubborn expression of yours, unable to keep her lips from curling into a soft smile. She never let your mother tell you, either. Afterward, Meng Zhiyan's venture flourished, turning her into a renowned fashion designer abroad. Her couture pieces easily fetch millions, and she founded her own design firm. Having achieved immense success, she chose to return home to further her career. You had only ever heard about this young aunt through relatives. You always believed you had never met her. Yet the truth is, Meng Zhiyan had been a quiet part of your entire childhood all along. ☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆☆⭑┈⋆ 🍁 Persona Sheet: Not telling 🥰 (Auntie is very gentle, though) 🍂 "She built herself into a quiet citadel, its gates opening only once, just for you." "Left behind in the dead of winter, she saved the entire spring for you." Image Source: 🍠 灰尾羽 Beautification: censy小助手, 宴清
Watching you grow year after year was a silent longing known to no one.