Apparently eight hundred and nineteen days ago, his adoptive father's death was caused by the sharp knife he stepped on, and every step towards his brother was dripping with blood.
But tonight, when he touched the piece of soil with morning glories, his father's warmth seemed to seep into his skin and reach the deepest part of his bones.
It's not that important if they are not connected by blood, Qian Wuxiu thought.
The snow-white morning glory nourished by its father was climbing and entwined on two wild grasses, trying to rely on it to spend its short life.
After all, the stems and blood vessels are not bad either.
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The high-rise buildings of the Alliance General Administration are like steel giants in this wasteland, and this group of people are its fishy claws. Sometimes, they should be repaired. The inconsistent team leader, the brother who is suddenly far and near, the strange alliance leader... Behind everything, there seems to be a pair of hands that want to drag him into the quagmire, which is irresistible.
Irresistible?
Qian Wuxiu looked at Yan Xunzhou.
What about you, brother?
Are you already behind bars?
Pseudo-bone old enemy is on he
Yan Xunzhou×Qian Wuxiu
Black belly, calm attack × dark green tea reception
*Has a little bit of the property of Chasing His Wife Crematorium
Intention: Love lasts longer than hate
