[Reading warning: All members BE | It is difficult to reconcile, there is no perfect redemption, the reality is abusive, if you want to read sweet and refreshing HE, be careful]
I didn't cry on the day my mother was buried.
My brother pointed at my nose and scolded me, saying I was heartless.
Later, his sister left and he didn't cry.
Later, he blocked it for me and left.
It was only when I finally cried out while holding him that I realized,
The girl who made an appointment to take the exam in the same city also stopped in the autumn of the third year.
The maple leaves turn red and fall again.
I stayed in the autumn wind of that year and never came out again.
