Wen Nuan had no father since she was a child, and her mother never looked for a man. So in warm memories, men are like rare animals. She didn't want to play with boys when she was in kindergarten. She didn't want to talk when she was in elementary school. In junior high school, she didn't want to joke with boys because of her physical development. Until I went to high school, I met the spring snow in my life, and the evening breeze blew on my face.
Motto: Family ties are precious.