Lu Zirui watched Lin Yanan grow up.
When she was born, I was three years old. She was a small ball nestled in a quilt, smacking her mouth, and looked like a gorilla. At that time, I thought, how could there be such an ugly child.
Later, when she was six and a half years old, she had just entered the first grade. She was eight and almost nine years old, and was in the third grade of elementary school. She met many new friends in school, and gradually began to hate this little guy who followed her behind her all day long, causing people to stare at him no matter what he did.
One time when I went home, I ran away in a hurry. As a result, she hadn't come back by dinner time. I and a group of people went out to look for her. Finally, on the way home from school, I found the figure huddled on the side of the road. Sometimes I wonder, if I had not found her at that time, this girl's figure would have been lost in the years, and there would not have been so many twists and turns later.
But there are no ifs in this world.
Lin Yanan is the devil in Lu Zirui's life, but this girl doesn't love him.