When we met, she was six years old, she was three, twelve years later, she was eighteen, and she was twelve.
Unfortunately, the weather was bad and the orphanage changed its director.
One world is a hell.
Another six years, things have changed and people have changed.
"Sister?"
"Yeah, I'm here."
Like a fairy tale, it's a pity that the birds are dying in the sky.
The last one is an old woman in a residential building, kind and gentle, lonely and quiet.
Zhang lost a bird.
(!!! Be!!! Put a copy first, write it when you have time, refuse to copy it by words, set it to a parallel world, please do not refer to real life. Private settings are like clouds, including laws and regulations.)
Purpose: Abide by laws and regulations, embrace a better life