When she was five years old, she met someone who picked up a strand of her hair with his fingers that smelled of orange and led her to a different life. When she was ten years old, she met someone who sat on the muddy ground, looked at her arrogantly and coldly, then raised his lips and chuckled. When she was seventeen years old, she met someone who... On the war horse, he pointed his sword at her condescendingly. His gaze was far-reaching and burning. She didn't know who she would meet again, but it was such a life full of unknowns that made her have no complaints or regrets. Collect this article. A new pit of happy modern sweet articles - "Holding Hands and Not Growing Old Together" ~ Let you see that stepmothers also have a tender side~
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