When I picked up Lin Ye, who was covered in injuries in the rain alley, he looked like a wet puppy.
We have been living together for three years, and he always hides my used hair ties when I turn around.
On graduation day, he came to me clutching a crumpled love letter.
But I saw a man in military uniform holding me in his arms.
When he rushed over with red eyes, I subconsciously protected the person behind me: "Don't do anything, Xiaoye, this is my biological brother!"
The young man froze for a moment, and his carefully taken care of hair was soaked by the rain.
He lowered his head and stuffed the love letter into his pocket, his voice trembling: "... Sister, I left the umbrella at the door."
Intention: Make progress every day