More than twenty years ago, that day, he was drugged by Ling Muye's father. When he woke up, he found the two of them lying on the same bed. But when he thought of Manman, thought of Qianxia, thought of the child in Manman's belly, thought of the happy life of their little family, he kept holding himself back.
Because he didn't want to betray her, didn't want to lose everything he had now. He had also learned that what was lost could never come back, that the past was already past. That day, his first love became, in his heart, a complete thing of the past. He believed they would both have a better future. He kept suppressing himself, only wanting to hurry back and see his Manman. He never knew that Manman had seen it, never knew that she had misunderstood…
