When I was 15 years old, you hugged the doll and hinted that I would save you, and your wet eyes seemed to overflow.
"Child..."
"Brother, I don't want to go. I can't bear to leave my brother."
I understand all this. This reality is tragic. My brother protects you. "Child, what is your name?"
"Ye Yiyu."
At the age of 19, I stood in front of you again, "Kid, you see clearly who I am, Brother Qi will take you home."
Concept: Youthful love is sweet