She started playing table tennis at six. From the city team to the provincial team and then the national team, she played for fifteen years. After a fierce battle in Rio, she fought through injury to win for the team, only to be caught off guard when her condition suddenly flared up.
He began learning opera at nine and became a star from childhood. Six years on the road taught him the harsh realities of society far too early. After his voice changed, he returned to the stage, never daring to slack off day or night. After a catastrophe in Nanjing, he rose from the ashes.
Two people, both lost about the future, met in a Nanjing hospital. They witnessed each other's most vulnerable moments and gave each other the strength to keep going. Their hearts slowly drew closer, too.
A fanfiction about Brother Bian.
I'll say it again: my abilities are ordinary and my writing is limited. This story is entirely fictional. Please don't connect it to the real person, and kindly overlook any plot holes.
May Brother Bian enjoy a smooth and blessed life, and live as long as heaven and earth.
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Have I fallen into a trap? Where are you? Still updated?
Check in~Come on, big duck
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Love is not allowed in table tennis, not within your own team, and not by outsiders before the time comes! Only when you are old enough
Jiuhan: The baby is pitiful but the baby doesn't say anything, hum~
I think the one who can control braids and braids is Kuro
My Beijing boy is not bragging, I am blowing my A
I could dance that sentence, and I cried when I heard it
I'm not the only one feeling depressed.