When Luo Yi was thirteen years old, Luo Yiyang brought her a stepmother, and along with it, a younger brother who was two months younger than her.
The young man stood under the eaves, with the light behind him. His skin was white, and under his fine bangs, his eyebrows were delicate, quiet and cold.
From then on, all her bad temper had an outlet.
Concept: Two lonely souls approaching each other