—Ji Zhen, I don't have the talent to be a sister.
The story of two sisters who stumbled and grew up together~ Neither the elder sister nor the younger sister is perfect.
The words about a certain day of the month that she didn't understand were put in the corner, and she finally realized that from now on, the frame-breaking past would no longer allow her to experience pain again. Ji Zhen should really be grateful for the protective mechanism of his brain, otherwise no matter how sharp he was, he would have been reduced to nothing after so many years.
Okay, Ji Ziyang, she slandered. You still leave me here.
Intention: grow up together