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When her mother remarried into a wealthy family, she inexplicably got a younger brother who was not related by blood. On the first day they met, she was openly robbed of her first kiss by that handsome and evil bad boy; when she went home to meet her elders, he transformed into a peerless obedient boy and called her politely: Sister, hello! After knowing each other for a month, he moved into her apartment with a grand reason: you are my sister! ? After the dry wood met the fire and burned fiercely, he was both innocent and aggrieved: Sister, you have to be responsible for others. There is a kind of man, any woman who has loved him or been loved by him will never be able to fall in love with another man again! I can only hope that he will hold my hand and suppress my madness for half my life; kiss my eyes and cover up my death for half my life. There is a kind of emotion that sprouts in the darkest corner without sunshine or rain and dew, so it is destined not to break out of the ground and blossom and bear fruit. ? But dear, I know that this kind of love cannot escape the fate of wandering, but I still want to spend a dim light with you! ?