He doesn't say he loves, he doesn't say he doesn't love. Therefore, she stayed by his side openly for more than ten years. The tepid year after year has nothing to do with the wind, flowers, snow and moon.
She is the treasure of the family, and he is like a foreigner, out of place. That year, she said, if you don't call me brother, you don't think of me as sister, okay?
He has grown very tall. He is wearing a white shirt and is clean and bright. He is sitting quietly next to her with his schoolbag diagonally across his body. The sunlight outside the window is shining on his face, and his clean and beautiful outlines are flickering...
His eyes seemed to be looking out the window, but they didn't seem to be. The light gray eyes are empty and lifeless, making people feel cold...