The love between two sisters has not yet bloomed.
She was 18 years old that year, as young as a flower. She falls in love with the hero who saves her, but unexpectedly the hero plunges her into a place of no return.
Her soul died in early winter when she was 18 years old. Almost destroyed.
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"Are you waiting to be beaten to death?" He frowned and said angrily.
I raised my head and looked at him. He was a really good-looking boy, especially his lake-like eyes, which gave him the vicissitudes of an old man. Sometimes I really want to touch his eyelashes. I heard that when the eyelashes are touched, people will close their eyes involuntarily.
"Can't you hear me?" He asked loudly, frowning.
"I won't be beaten to death." I said with a smile.
"You think they don't dare?"
"Because you were there."
He lowered his head in embarrassment, with a hint of pain in his eyes. When he looked up again, he had his signature evil smile on his lips. Let go of my hand, "You probably don't know who I am."
"I know." I whispered to his turned back. "But no matter who you are, you are my hero."