Rang Yi never thought that his parents died for such reasons.
It was very dark that day, so her mother left Xiao Sihe in the gym and said she would pick him up later. But he waited until the next morning, and his mother didn't come either. It rained heavily last night and the wind was cold. He only wore a thin light-colored shirt. Little Rang Yi ran over, covered him with his robe, and gave him some biscuits, telling him to go home early. These biscuits would replenish his strength. Seeing that he didn't pick it up, little Rang Yi threw it into his arms and left.
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Si He: "Are you awake?"
Jean Yi "Who are you?"
"Me?" Si He deliberately leaned closer, "Do you want to know?"
"I think." Jean Yi replied decisively.
"That comes at a price. What if it's at the expense of your parents?"
Yi was stunned. The man's tone didn't sound like he was joking. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Ah hahaha, making friends depends on chance. Names are far less important than chance. If God allows us to be destined, then we will be destined no matter what. If God wants us not to be destined, then there is nothing we can do." "Then do you think we are destined?"
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Shuangjie? Shuangqiang? HE
Intention: Towards a better life