It's raining outside.
My brother walked into the living room with an umbrella in his hand, a white shirt and blue trousers, and a stern expression.
Along the tip of the umbrella, cold raindrops dripped.
A charming-looking woman, wearing a rose-red cheongsam, stood in front of him and smiled.
"Son, your sister has been waiting for you for a long time."
I held the doll, looked at the boy, and then looked up at the charming woman.
Well!
Unfortunately, she is not my mother.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
