Over the years, there has been one thing held in my heart. It seems that there is a mountain pressing on me. I can’t tell anyone what it is. I’m young and ignorant. I’m so confused by desire that I’ve done so many wrong things to my sister in those years that I can’t face my sister normally. She has deliberately let herself forget these things, but I can still see that she can’t face her sister normally in those years I dare not be alone anywhere, even though I have already married.