Holding my fiancé's hand, I met my high school teacher for the first time in many years.
"Eh? Isn't this Yun Song?"
"Ah, hello, teacher."
"Hey? Isn't this Yun Song's father?" The head teacher smiled and looked at the hands of the two of them, "What a deep love between father and daughter!"
"Teacher, please listen to my explanation, things are not what you think..."
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Sixteen-year-old Yun Song buried his head in the bowl of noodles and drank up the soup.
The man who cooked her noodles sat across from her, leaning on his hands and smiling lightly:
"Is it delicious?"
"It's delicious." She looked up at him shyly and timidly, and murmured, "Thank you... Dad."
"Just call me uncle." Zhou Yun looked at her, "Your mother did not marry into the Zhou family."
"... Hmm."
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"Is there any need to continue between us, Uncle Zhou?" Yun Song dragged his suitcase and walked out of Zhou's house without looking back.
The person behind her frowned and tried his best to endure:
"Do you think I am willing to let you call me uncle after so many years?"
Yun Song turned around and laughed at him:
"Don't even look at how old you are!"
Zhou Yun stepped forward and held her, her beautiful peach blossom eyes were full of wind and rain, and she couldn't bear it:
"Not too big, not too small, it's just right to marry you!"
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The two-faced heroine who depends on others to look good VS the eccentric hero who waits for the heroine to vomit blood. The age difference is 16 years
Intention: The fewer people or things you are attached to, the better