Three years ago, a strange fire killed one of Yan's nine-year-old twin sisters and injured the other. The older sister, Yan Zixin, survived, while the younger sister, Yan Zijin, was buried in the sea of fire, and even their bodies were not found. "Xiao Yan! Do I disgust you so much? Why are you still thinking about her even after she is dead!" Yan Zixin roared at Xiao Yan angrily. Suddenly Yan Zixin's chest tightened, her face turned pale from the pain, and she fainted. Xiao Yan slowly walked forward and squatted down, stretched out her right hand and gently touched Yan Zixin's chest, feeling the heart that did not belong to her but was beating in her body. "Zijin, be good, don't be naughty." Xiao Yan had something stuck in his throat, and his fingers were shaking in pain. He missed his Zijin and his little girl.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
