The wind in Xuanzhen was strong. She blew away everything she had in her childhood, including her mother. Her parents divorced when she was a child.
She was afraid of being abandoned repeatedly, until one day her father said, "Your mother is coming to pick you up."
She doesn't want to go. But no one asked her.
Twelve years later, she dragged her suitcase and stood in front of that woman again. There is a young man in the new home with black hair and black earrings. When he looks at people, he looks like he is looking at a piece of luggage that has been forced into his life. He would cook unpalatable meals and follow her when she went out. From suspicion to dependence, to an inescapable bond.
"Shen Xijiu, I like you." The young man stared at her. There was an emotion in his eyes that was hard to see through.
"Why are you talking to your sister?" Shen Xijiu wanted to pretend to be dumbfounded. She turned her head and wiped the dust on the railing.
"We are not related by blood." The young man said sincerely. He stared at her and took back his foot that wanted to move towards her.
"Then we have nothing to do with each other, we are strangers, right?" Shen Xijiu said lightly. She did not look at the man again, but he laughed out loud.
The boy said with a smile.
"Senpai is so cruel. You can develop a relationship even if you don't have a relationship."
Intention: growth