Sheng Yuxian was 17 years old when she was recognized by her family.
She was hugged by her excited biological mother and surrounded by her strange family members, but her eyes fell on the girl standing at the corner of the stairs on the second floor.
The girl's eyes were cold, and she didn't know how long she stood there.
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Qian Li has never seen such a gentle mother. Growing up, her mother was very kind to her, but very distant.
Now she finally knew the reason. It turned out that this gentle look was reserved for another person.
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"Sister, eat an orange." A piece of orange meat was pressed against his lower lip, Qian Li looked at the sister indifferently.
"This is already the fifth orange you've given me." Under Sheng Yuxian's hopeful gaze, Qian Li still ate the orange slice.
"Don't waste food."
In fact, it was just Sheng Yuxian who wanted to feed him unilaterally.
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I am just an ordinary person, and Shengli's story was created by me.
My low level of education, whimsical thinking, and even procrastination in language are all my characteristics. I also seem to be repeating some kind of strange cycle that I can't escape or circumvent.
She is my sweetheart. But it's a pity that this unprovoked secret love will not come to fruition.
So one day I suddenly thought of a new writing mode...
The story of Sheng Yuxian and Qian Li has undergone earth-shaking changes.
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I just kind of wanted to write this story, so I started it. I hope I won't just write a little bit and then discard it like I did before…
PS:
The "I" in the article is not the author herself, she is just another character. I want "me" to write this story down for me, and then satisfy my be...
Purpose: Everyone has his or her own life