"Brother, will it be okay for Ning'er to marry you when she grows up?" She asked softly, smiling sweetly.
"Ning'er, how many times have I told you to call me father!" He frowned slightly, but he was full of doting.
"Enhan is my favorite!" She suddenly pressed her lips against his, "Brother, remember, Ning'er loves Enhan the most!"
Tears cut through the corners of my eyes...
Brother, don't forget Ning'er, don't forget again…
An irrespective love, a continuation of the madness from the past life. If memory can be reborn, what about the person?
I hate the spring when the lotus leaves are growing, and the autumn hates when the lotus leaves are withered. I know that I am always there, and I look forward to the sound of the water at the head of the river.
(I say weakly: I still like the ending of HE!)