My Cultivation System: Qingmei

When I was six years old, my parents pointed at the wrinkled dumplings in the cradle and said to me: "This is your sister, you must protect her." I looked at the drooling creature and curled my lips in disgust: "She's so ugly." When I was twelve years old, she grabbed the hem of my clothes and followed me to report to elementary school. I straightened her strawberry hairpin: "Tell me if you are bullied." When I was eighteen years old, I received a call from her in college: "Brother! A boy wrote me a love letter!" I took the train home all night and slapped the love letter on the boy's desk: "She's underage, you want to go to jail?" At the age of twenty-four, she put her arm around her boyfriend and introduced him to me: "Brother, this is Li Zhe." I shook hands with a smile and found out all the love history of the other party that night. At the age of thirty, she burst into tears after a breakup. I wiped away her tears: "Why are you crying? I will support you forever." She looked up with red eyes: "... Do you like me?" I pinched her chin: "You idiot, you only see it now?"