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Growing up in an orphanage, I had a pair of strange eyes. Late one night, something terrible happened in the orphanage, and the appearance of a strange woman completely changed me...

That night I heard a strange noise coming from my little sister's room. When I opened the door, I saw her... Youth is like a painting, and the painting is full of immaturity; time is like a knife, peeling away the softness of the past. Be spontaneous, bohemian, and have no regrets in the dictionary of youth!