Seven-year-old Lin Yueqiang, with short short hair, looked at her defeated generals who had been knocked to the ground with stubborn disdain, and said in a sultry voice, "You are not allowed to bully Simu in the future!"
Eleven-year-old Lin Yueqiang lay on the quilt crying silently, her tears falling drop by drop, and a moon-like rose flower bloomed on the light yellow pillowcase.
Seventeen-year-old Lin Yueqiang, looking at Si Mu in front of her, finally understood what it means to be so close to each other.
Twenty-five-year-old Lin Yueqiang held Simu's hand tightly and swore to God that if he woke up, she would never expect anything that was not hers, and she would leave first and not embarrass him again.