A little pink-haired monster suddenly appeared in his bed, covered in wounds and trembling with hunger.
“Don’t kick Wo out!” she pleaded, clutching an orange, her voice trembling with tears. “Wo don’t eat much, and Wo can do laundry! Wo’ll be good...”
Looking into those eyes, so full of longing and fear, Zhou Fu felt as if he were seeing himself as a child, locked alone in a room.
Awkwardly, he took in the strange beast who could “come back to life,” and awkwardly learned to take care of her.
Doro rubbed her head against his palm, put a peeled orange into his mouth, and had to curl up by his feet to sleep.
When Zhou Fu carelessly said something harsh, Doro ran away from home with the orange peels she treasured.
When he found her, she was curled up beside a trash can, sobbing. “People don’t want Wo anymore...”
Zhou Fu held her tight. “Wo will never not want You!”
The aura of the Spirit of Reincarnation quietly began to stir, but for now, all he wanted was to protect the little monster in his arms.
Hey, give yourself an encouragement. This story is associated with our childhood from Doro. We are all little monsters who are needed. There is a Doro hidden in everyone's heart, so I want to give Doro a good ending. Zhou Fu and Doro redeem each other. I will persevere, but don't dislike my writing. It's sad [Send my heart][Send my heart]
Five stars for the author, I hope he can take good care of Doro and give Doro a good ending, please
It was very heartbreaking to watch at first, and I felt that Doro must have suffered a lot before, but fortunately, the protagonist and Doro healed each other, opened their hearts, and slowly found the path of love and happiness in the harsh real world. The smart Doro already knew: the world is a huge European world. All the pain I felt before was just the bitter orange peel taste when I peeled off the orange peel. Now the novel has revealed some world views, and there seems to be extraordinary power
Well written, my body feels warm when I look at it
Very gentle words, bringing warmth just like doro itself
Like grass growing between the cracks of boulders, ordinary yet strong, like the spring rain that silently infiltrates all things, small but full of hope
Encourage every author who loves doro
A very good question is: does she have clothes? I have never seen her. If possible, the author can post a picture.
It's touching, comforting, and warm.
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