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When Xing Ning was promoted, her husband, who had been ill for a long time, passed away.
At the funeral, a few people whom he had met a few times were pushed to his side - it was the husband's younger brother, with a young and pure face, and his beautiful brows and eyes were lightly knitted together like a puddle of spring water.
Fu Qingsong was dragged by his father to greet his wife at his elder brother's funeral.
The words are still burned in my ears: "Just rely on your resemblance to your elder brother and hang out in front of others. Don't let others abandon us so quickly."
Until they met more and more often, he allowed a clear sense of despicability to devour him, struggling endlessly under the unclear eyes that Xing Ning occasionally cast.
Until Fu Qingsong could no longer bear to be ignored by her, and allowed himself to rub into Xing Ning's arms, just like the lion cat she kept, soaking up her cool and watery breath without any scruples, and begging her uneasily.
Xing Ning lowered her eyes, and the person in her arms hugged her waist tightly, accusing her in a muffled voice: "You can't hold me like this... While thinking about others."
She pinched the back of Fu Qingsong's neck, forcing him to raise his water-stained face.
He asked helplessly: "Someone else?"
"Song of payment... Do you know how annoying you are?"
&The deceased Big Brother heroine briefly loved her, not a substitute.
Female protagonist 35 | Male 19, easy to cry for the heroine, emotional tone is moderately sweet and sour
Purpose: drinking water to quench thirst