(I dreamed about it, so I recorded it)
Briella Flair grew up in a wealthy and well-loved family. When she was 10 years old, she and her parents moved to Alaska.
"The new house in Alaska was the work of a reclusive great designer," father Charles Fryer said to his wife and daughter. "I spent a lot of effort to invite her!"
Brila spent her 16th birthday happily.
Then, her happiness was unexpectedly... Shattered.
When Briella, with tears on her face and red eyes, found the Cullen family outside their home, she almost called 911.
"This is my parents' house!" She cried and shouted at the intruder, "This is my home!"
"Oh, my God..." Esme moaned first, "Child... Is your surname Fryer?"
"We can't keep her," Edward said to Carlisle. "It's too troublesome and unstable."
"But she is so pitiful." Rosalie shook her head and asked Carlisle, "So, do we need to help contact the shelter?"
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Carlisle×original heroine
[A real estate dispute case involving matchmaking]
A road to growth out of the trough
[If I want to give an analogy to the outline of this article, I would liken it to: "A ray of light leaked from the sky submerged in gray fog."]
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"Brilla—I'm sorry, can I call you that?"
Carlisle leaned down, smiled and called her name.
"This is my home," she just repeated over and over again, wiping away her tears again and again, "Don't try to occupy the magpie's nest!"
Concept: The house is the foundation of one's life.
