After my sister passed away, my sister-in-law and I were the only ones left in the family.
She could have abandoned me and left, but she was willing to raise me alone.
Obviously, she is not much older than me.
The eighteen-year-old's love blossomed, and the drunken ravings. In this confused and unconscious situation, we kissed.
After a loud slap, the next time we see each other will be three years later.
The reason was that her leg was injured.
So, I had to take on the responsibility of taking care of her.
My sister-in-law looks the same as I remember, gentle and quiet, always with a smile on her lips.
She has never given birth to a child, but I often imagine that I am her child, and my sister-in-law will gently hold my head against her soft and slightly bulging belly when I talk nonsense.
Actually, I really want to know, sister-in-law, when you look into my eyes, is the person you are looking at my sister?
Intention: Hold on tight and don't regret it
