Everything stems from the fact that I, who can only bab in fashion, heard Aunt Yun crying but gently saying to my brother who was concentrating on coaxing me with toys.
They have been childhood sweethearts for so many years, and it would be no shame for me not to be worth it.
She was really unwilling to think about it like this, and she even took care of my brother and me who were left behind by our parents.
However, there may be skandhas in life and stains in blood.
All my curiosity and fantasies about that couple were solved in my own life.
The human heart is difficult to write, but the inheritance is lucky.