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Yao Xiaoyu, who was born an only child, originally thought she had a good hand, but she didn't expect that the trajectory of her fate would change little by little. That day, it rained, mixing rain and tears. Yao Xiaoyu fell into despair. The eight-year-old girl's world collapsed. She was meditating. Darkness swept over her overnight, and she re-recognized the world for the first time. How could the Yao family treat me like this? The blood of the Yao family is still flowing in my body. The words my father left for me appeared in front of my eyes: "If you are homesick, just go home. Dad is always welcome." "The grandma with gray hair on her temples is sitting in a wheelchair and staring at me." "Hello, my name is Wen hope, warm Wen Xixi." From now on, I will be my sister, and you will be my sister. Wen hope, I hope you can take my place and go as far as possible. Forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye...