Lu Yao, who turned fifteen years old, was adopted by the Chen family's aunt and became the sister of the lonely boy Chen Yuxiao.
When they first met, she pinched his hand and he pulled her to sleep.
"Let me go!"
"Don't let go!"
Junyi's face was delirious, bloodshot and stubborn.
When Lu Yao learned that he was Chen Yuxiao, she exclaimed in her heart: The goods are not right, boss!
His slender hands like to nail beautiful butterflies into specimens - just like himself, who has been nailed to this dark room for more than ten years due to illness.
"You approached me just to repay your aunt's kindness?"
"Even if my aunt doesn't say anything, I will take good care of you."
"What about?"
"Take care of your daily life, three meals a day."
"You already call me sister. How can a sister be afraid of her brother?"
"Sister, let's make a bet. If I survive the operation table, you will have my name tattooed on your body."
"If I die, there are three million in the card, and you can fly away."
Lu Yao gave him a look of disdain, "Are you stupid? Tattoos hurt, can you be poisoned if you don't eat well now?"
The two little ones' agreement lasted until they graduated from college. Lu Yao tried her best to fulfill her obligations as a sister and always wanted to make each other fat.
Until he was eighteen years old, "The operation was successful. When the young master wakes up, there will be a brief memory blank period. If everything goes well, his body will never be infected again."
This sentence became the trigger for Lu Yao, who had always been self-aware, to be expelled from the Chen family.
"Aunt, I applied for a teaching position at a university."
"Xiaoyu, goodbye, your dear sister is going to withdraw money and run away."
