171 will recount the past, the pain is one's own.

"Can't find the words?"

Song Lili took a step closer to Wen Nian, staring into his eyes,

"When I was ten months old, my mom occasionally asked you to help watch over me. As I grew up, people in the courtyard would still talk about how I peed on you. My mom always liked you, seeing you living alone with only Uncle Wei to look after you, so she often invited you and Uncle Wei to our house for meals."

"Mom liked you, and I liked you too. Mom said I preferred being held by Brother Nian more than by her."

"I don't remember exactly when, just that I was very young... I also don't remember where I heard that if I call you 'brother', I couldn't be your bride, so I stopped calling you that and started calling you Wen Xiaonian, just like all the other uncles and aunties."

"At five, my mother fell ill and passed away; you were there with me, telling me in my father's tone that mom had gone to a heaven far happier and joyous than this world."