"I'm sorry, if I could do it again, I would love you very much, my uncle."
A quick glance made my heart beat wildly.
The 20-year-old man glanced at the little girl, but his heart beat like crazy in his chest.
Lin Xiuyuan knew that he was finished.
He had raised the little girl for seven years, but in exchange the two of them were getting farther and farther apart, but he couldn't do anything. He was obviously a monster who killed people without blinking an eye, but he couldn't do anything when facing such a gentle little girl.
The little girl said to him on a bright sunny afternoon, "You know, I'm not young anymore."
"Are you leaving?" The man raised his lips and smiled, but he clenched his fists and his eyes darkened.
"I just want to say that I can take responsibility for the fact that I like you."
Intention: The beauty of first love