Not only were Li Minhao and Ding Shengheng born in the same year, month and day, but they also had the same constellation, blood type, height, weight, animal sign, and even shoe size. If they still had the memory of being babies, I wonder if they would still remember that the first person they saw when they opened their eyes was each other. They are not brothers, but their relationship is better than brothers: they grab milk together, grab toys together, go to school together, and play ball together. . . . . . . Two people will compete for each other no matter what they do, even for the people they like.
When one day they even wanted to grab the bed, Ding Shengheng couldn't help stroking his forehead: "It's really getting worse the more you mess around." Next to him, Li Minhao raised his eyebrows: "I won't object if you put two."
Because there are each other on this road, I don't feel lonely and monotonous. Maybe everything was doomed from the first moment they opened their eyes.
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