How did he know that I was already in tears in front of the computer, and how could he know that I was so heartbroken. I can't explain why, he asked me to be his sister, but I still like him so much. Maybe this is fate. I am destined to love hard. I looked back countless times five hundred years ago in exchange for passing by in this life. Being his sister is also a blessing from my previous life. But I don't want to just be his sister, but what choice do I have? He does not belong to me.
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