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He prayed devoutly, hoping that someone would be like little Eric's mother,
To love him and protect him unconditionally,
But the one he begged for was squeamish and prone to crying.
I don't know how to tie my pigtails, I don't know how to mend my torn clothes, I just look for him when I'm hungry,
Even though he couldn't do his homework, he would still look at him pitifully.
When I failed in the exam, I came back and hugged him while crying.
She has no practical skills at all. She is proficient in all the arty things that rich people use for entertainment.
Although there is a bit of a gap between reality and ideals, fortunately, he has a strong ability to accept it and is used to it.
But he is such a treasure, such a source of happiness,
But someone wants to plunder it!
Humans are so evil!
Whenever you have something precious, there will always be people who want to snatch it or steal it.
These people really deserve...
"Eric, my hair is caught. It hurts. Come and help me take a look!"
"Come right away."
Abergel was six years old and Eric met when he was eight years old, and Eric occasionally wore them backwards.
When Eric grew up, he was a good little boy who let his girlfriend tease him and "play with him".
Intention: Strong in heart and fearless