My brother doesn't seem to be able to cry.
Don't cry when you are beaten. Mom is dead, don't cry. I will die without crying.
When he was dying, he didn't cry either.
Except for the tears that fell that night. Brother, have you ever cried?
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My kidnapped self, my father who died in a car accident, my mother who was hit and killed, and my brother who died of stomach cancer.
Fu Zhonglou's life seems to be filled with all kinds of life, separation and death.
The two people opened their mouths at the same time but had the same confession stuck in their throats. It wasn't until Fu Qing's death that Chonglou expressed his love sentence by sentence in front of the tombstone.
Hate? I hate the departure of my loved ones, I hate the contempt of capital, and I hate the injustice of God.
Hate it. How can you not hate it...
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Don't be picky, any mistakes are just for the plot and do not fully refer to the Chinese social background.
Bl, be, the male protagonist is the same (to fill in the form, write Fu Qing as Gong)
Intention: Don't be "dumb"