In a blink of an eye, everything in the past turned into the hatred of today...
"My name is Jun Aochen, where are you?" The man asked.
The woman had disappeared into the alley, leaving behind a silhouette.
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A few years later,
"Mo Qingran, you are not worthy of mentioning the word sister to me. You are sorry for me, sorry for me!"
"Jun Aochen, you should be mine, you are mine."
The tears stopped, he and her, she and her...