The Shen Family has a beloved daughter who is pampered like a precious jewel.
This is not uncommon news in the Capital.
Almost everyone in the elite circles of Capital knows that there is a pampered young master hidden in the Shen Residence, who is never seen.
When Shen Family's parents were alive, they often took him abroad to travel. The Shen Family was extremely wealthy and had very strict family rules.
But that pampered young master was pampered from a young age and traveled all over the world.
Later, when Shen Family's parents had their accident, the young master was still in London. Shen Sixian personally went to bring him back, handled the funeral by himself, and at the same time took care of the Shen Family, which had suddenly undergone tremendous changes. He grew up extremely quickly.
That year, Shen Sixian twenty-two years old, and Shen Shuangjian eighteen.
At the funeral, it was the first time many people had seen that beautiful, pampered woman who was the center of attention.
He stood before the tombstone dressed in black, his skin as white as jade and porcelain, his long hair cascading down, his profile as clear as snow.
Shen Sixian held an umbrella behind him, put his arm around his shoulder, and blocked all the gazes that fell on him.
Such a fragile yet undeniably beautiful face, tinged with a cool sorrow, she silently shed tears, softly and tremblingly, more beautiful than a butterfly fluttering its wings.
After the funeral, perhaps fearing that the young master would be reminded of the past, Shen Sixian sent him abroad to be pampered.
Shen Sixian shuttled between China and Los Angeles; that was the most tiring and difficult year for Shen Sixian.
On many occasions, Shen Sixian at the company but ended up in the hospital due to exhaustion.
At that time in the Capital, everyone said that the new heir of the Shen Family had a terrible temper. If anything didn't go his way, he would resort to ruthless methods, including beatings and slaps.
He truly deserves to go to the eighteenth level of hell.
But Shen Sixian paid no attention to these curses in secret. His style of doing things remained unchanged, and as he matured, he became even more shrewd and ruthless.
Two years later, Shen Shuangjian twenty and was finally brought back from Los Angeles by Shen Sixian.
Whether it was to make up for the parents' share or not, Shen Sixian was even more famous than his parents for spoiling that pampered young master.
He can get whatever he wants, even the moon and stars. With a flick of his finger, he can make snow fall in June. Shen Sixian will also find a way to give Shen Shuangjian.
In April, spring finally arrives in the world.
It was a sunny afternoon with gentle ripples on the water.
Shen Shuangjian rubbed his wrists, which were sore from reading. He was always delicate and couldn't stand any hardship.
He casually pushed open a window, leaned against the eaves, and looked up at the garden, only to be unexpectedly met with a pair of deep, gentle eyes.
The man sat on the sofa, holding a book in his hands, and looked up at him as if he were looking down.
His long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles twirled and closed on the pages of the book; his calm and gentle eyes conveyed a refined and peaceful demeanor.
Shen Shuangjian at him for a long time, and people often refer to this kind of eye contact as "a glance that lasts a lifetime."
This was the first time Shen Shuangjian had met Xie Jinghui.
Shen Shuangjian twenty years old that year, while Xie Jinghui twenty-five.
Spoiled like a precious jewel since childhood, this young master has no idea what timidity is.
Shen Shuangjian wasn't good at socializing, but that was the first time he had been so proactive and unreserved in wanting to meet a stranger.
When Shen Shuangjian came downstairs to the garden, Shen Sixian was already there.
Seeing Shen Shuangjian run out in thin clothes, he quickly got up, abandoned the guests beside him, and hurried to Shen Shuangjian's side.
" Zhizhi, why aren't you wearing a coat?"
Shen Shuangjian's physical condition is not very good. Ever since she had heart surgery when she was a child, although it was successful, her body is weaker than that of a normal person.
If you're not careful or don't take proper care of yourself, you can easily get sick.
"Brother..." Shen Shuangjian's gaze seemed to have bypassed Shen Sixian as he gently pushed the person in front of him. "Move aside."
Shen Sixian stared, somewhat taken aback, but still slowly moved away following Shen Shuangjian's force.
Their eyes met once more.
Shen Shuangjian that the man's gaze grew increasingly deep. He looked at her with a gentle expression, and only after a long time did a smile slowly appear on his face.
He said, "Hello, my name is Xie Jinghui."
The boy standing opposite me looked aloof and distant, but his eyes and brows revealed a pure and gentle affection as clear as frost and snow.
He blinked his light-colored eyes, and with each glance, the dark blue beauty mark under his eye seemed like a pool of spring water, swaying with an impenetrable, alluring charm.
Her thick, jet-black hair, with its loose, bouncy curls, was fluffy and smooth, like a cat's, so delicate it melted your heart.
Hello.
Shen Shuangjian blinked and slowly lowered her eyes.
"My name is... Shen Shuangjian."
Shen Sixian felt inexplicably wary of the atmosphere between the two. He nodded slightly to Xie Jinghui, then took Shen Shuangjian's hand, his voice and gaze equally gentle.
"My younger brother, Shuangjian, is young and inexperienced; please forgive him, Mr. Xie."
Seeing that Shen Shuangjian was only looking at him directly, Shen Sixian pulled him away, but he didn't react much, showing a bit of reluctance.
Shen Sixian an eyebrow and simply and roughly picked her up with one hand. Shen Shuangjian on his shoulder, still looking at Xie Jinghui.
Today, the sun is shining exceptionally brightly.
Shen Shuangjian smiled and slowly revealed a faint smile to him. That smile softened the coldness in her eyes and brows, and always evoked endless emotions in people.
Xie Jinghui watched his figure disappear around the corner, but he couldn't bring himself to look away.
Just then, a spring breeze blew by my side, turning the pages of the book and gently caressing my hair. A rose petal, which seemed to have come from nowhere, fluttered down and fell.
Xie Jinghui slowly lowered his head, only to see a few lines of ink stains on the book, which composed a love poem.
That was the first time we met.
Winter has just ended
You smell
It's like a season that shouldn't exist in the human world.
As his fingertips gently traced the last few words, Xie Jinghui's expression softened further, until he slowly curved his lips into a soft chuckle.
On the second floor of the Shen Residence, Shen Shuangjian was gently placed on the bed by Shen Sixian. Sensing something unusual about her younger brother, Shen Sixian reached out and ruffled his hair.
" Zhizhi, your brother is reminding you, you're only twenty years old, still young, don't think about things you shouldn't."
However, Shen Shuangjian never really listened to Shen Sixian. He wasn't afraid of Shen Sixian and was used to making Shen Sixian compromise for him.
He naively believed that because he called Shen Sixian "brother," Shen Sixian was born to love him.
He never realized that only those who are favored become fearless.
"Brother, could we invite him over for afternoon tea tomorrow?"
Shen Sixian lowered his eyebrows, cupped Shen Shuangjian's face in his hands, and for the first time, with a focused and serious expression, refused Shen Shuangjian's request.
"No."
Shen Shuangjian gently pursed her lips, grasped his hand in return, and called out to him in a weak voice, "Brother..."
However, Shen Sixian was unusually resolute this time.
"No."
Shen Shuangjian's eyelids drooped instantly, and she looked a little unhappy. Seeing his aggrieved expression, Shen Sixian sighed softly and gently coaxed him.
" Zhizhi, be good."
"How about your brother stays with you for a nap? You'll forget about it when you wake up."
Shen Sixian tucked her into the soft bedding. He sat on a chair by the bed, gently patting Shen Shuangjian's hand as he told her a story in a low voice.
His voice was always very soft, as if it were ringing in your ear, or as if it came from a very far place.
Shen Shuangjian curled up in the quilt; she had already fallen asleep halfway through his story.
Shen Sixian had known all along, but he didn't stop. Instead, he gently and patiently told the story to the very end.
"I now finally understand that forever is impossible, it doesn't exist."
"No, there is such a thing as eternity."
"Really? Where is it?"
"Forever means, I will love you forever."