Holding Hands and Not Growing Old Together

You gave birth to me before I was born, and I gave birth to you before I grew old.. In the rainy season of Spring Avenue, I am 17 years old and you are 29 years old... You are not old and I am not young either. We are just right together... You ruffled my hair and smiled lovingly... At the stall on Spring Avenue, I bite the melon seeds and ask you to carry me to the moon... You always kiss my earlobes and say, Lili, I can't fall in love with you. Please don't mind that my body is no longer clean, and please don't mind that I use this method to keep you... ---------------------------------- Please note that this novel is an absolute abuse novel. Those with poor psychological endurance should not read it.