There are no colorful phoenixes and flying wings in the body, but there is a clear connection in the heart. My name is An Lingxi.
However, no matter how much the parents hope that their hearts will be in harmony, all the warmth is still worn away by trivial ties. In the smoke of gunfire day after day, they gradually drifted away and started their own journeys. Maybe it was from then on that I longed for a touch of warmth and allowed myself to indulge in him.
The circle of my father's generation is very strange. I only know that his father and my father have been friends for many years, and he has been my childhood sweetheart since childhood.
His father's surname is Yin and his mother's surname is An. His name is Yin Runan.
I am still sad in my heart, and I also put my hope in the name. Uncle Si and his wife are really loving and gentle.
It seems that from the beginning, we were in different situations. Like two trains that have settled down, no matter how they meet and get entangled along the way, they still can't reach their predetermined destination.