My sister always seems to think that I have not grown up.
I need to report my itinerary, provide monthly bills, have access control, and have a clear network of contacts.
Even when I grow up, I still like to call her and keep calling her.
Sister, sister, sister...
My sister must also like me a little bit, right? Even if she can't seem to distinguish between family affection and love.
Take me to and from school, accompany me to meals, and don't have to worry about renting a house or working.
Love melts into the blood and flows through my heart.
Intention: Don't deny the existence of love.