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At the end of 2024, it snowed heavily in Hefei and it was wet and cold in Shanghai.
Wen Zhengrong felt that he was a rotten apple bitten by God.
She had a fever in the college entrance examination, was hospitalized with gastritis, and had to write the test paper while taking injections; she re-study Pheasant 211 and failed Russian as a minor, and the three-year data after signing the contract in Jinjiang was bleak; after her parents divorced, she passed the blame, and her younger brother was eager to covet the few dollars she had saved.
She was curled up on the second floor of her self-built house in Jiading District, Shanghai. Outside the window were cemeteries and temples, feeling as gloomy as a moldy spring bud all day long.
She believed in God, but God abandoned His faithful believer.
Until I met Song Shanqing——
The 18-year-old Chinese-Russian mixed-race boy is three years younger than her. He is 1.95Cm tall and has a face that is so sweet that it can be pinched to make honey. He speaks Chinese with a small accent and can only say "hello", "thank you", "have you eaten" and "idiot".
Carrying a fighting training bag and wearing snow boots, he crashed into her backwater life like a Siberian candy bear.
He said: "Wen, you don't need God."
"You have me."
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Sibling love/redemption/each has a career line/light-hearted and sweet article
Neem Tree heroine x Candy Bear Russian mixed-race fighting boy
"I was trapped in mediocrity for half my life, until you kissed my wrinkled soul away."
Intention: God favors everyone who works hard
