One morning in the late autumn of 1997, Lin Lan, who was buying breakfast for her mother and her lover, met Bai Weiran. Seeing this lovely child, Lin Lan, who had always been indifferent, knew for the first time what heartache was.
The second time I saw this child was a month later, at my mother's wedding. "Xiao Ran'er, this is brother, call me brother." The child in the crowd slowly turned to him expressionlessly, with a trace of surprise in his eyes, but lowered his eyes silently.
Brother, this child will be his brother from now on. Lin Lan concealed her inner excitement and smiled slightly. After just three months of getting along day and night, three months of care and pampering, she finally replaced the child's dependence, but faced separation, and even said goodbye without saying goodbye. . .
When he returned seven years later, the child was smiling like a flower, but Lin Lan caught deep hatred and incomprehensible emotions in his eyes. . .
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