He said that there is a beautiful woman in the northern country. She first looks at Qingren City and then looks at Qingren Country. From now on, how about you call me Qingcheng?
I nodded crazily: Qingcheng, from now on I will be called Qingcheng.
That year, when I was eight years old, I had my own name for the first time and started having the same dream every day.
I don't know how many flowers have fallen in my dream, but the lingering love has finally become empty.
I love him, but he only treats me as his plaything. Even though he clearly knows that I am his half-sister...