When I was seven years old, he took me home from the orphanage.
At the age of twenty-two, he personally tore apart all my peach blossoms.
My first love was destroyed by his words.
My mortal enemy was driven away by his words.
And he stood in front of me, looked at me condescendingly, and said:
"Wantang, I have raised you for thirteen years, not to let you be snatched away by others."
Later I found out - it wasn't just my peach blossoms that he demolished.
What he demolished were all the escape routes in my life.
"Two male protagonists are in the Shura field, rich sandwich biscuits, the female protagonist has a full-level vest, and the whole process is high-energy."
Concept: A story about choice. After being protected by two people in different ways for thirteen years, she finally did not choose between them, but chose herself. Grow up, be independent, learn to be loved, and learn to love yourself.