"Tell me, will she suddenly break out one day and snatch someone away?" I asked Li You for the hundred and eighth time, but he remained silent and cold-faced, too lazy to talk to me.
The "she" I call Huang Qin is my biological sister who is two years older than me, but she doesn't know it herself because she was brought to her uncle's house to be raised when she was 18 months old. For this reason, my mother often hides in the corner and cries silently. My sister and I didn't feel the drama of "sisterly love". She hated me for being rigid and ignorant, and I hated her for being smart and having a young lady's temper.
My name is Huang Mu and I was born in the twelfth lunar month of winter. In Li You's words, my personality is always the same as the weather in the twelfth lunar month: cold and lifeless. Every time I hear this, I snort, you know nothing.
Intention: independence