When he was 13 years old, Ling only fell in love with one person.
The man had a cold expression, clear facial contours, and a deep voice when he spoke. He often came to his house to play with his brother.
Occasionally when he saw her coming in to deliver fruit or milk, he would always say with a smile, "What's wrong, kid? Why are you blushing when you see your brother?"
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