Jiang Zhiye never thought that the person who once poked her sore spots would be the only person who could stay with her for the rest of her life.
The little girl huddled in the corner holding a can of beer, her eyes slightly red. "Zhou Huai, they all hate me, no one loves me, and no one wants me."
Zhou Huai moved his lips, feeling irritated in his heart. He threw away the cigarette on his fingertips, squatted in front of the little girl, raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and rubbed it carefully, "Why are you crying? I'm still here, why don't I want you?"
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