The little flame of jealousy

Song Xuan looked straight ahead and said in a lonely voice, " when I was 15, my mother passed away, and my father quickly remarried. He never lacked money and material things to us, but he didn't care for us as much as he used to. As the eldest sister, I couldn't even be sad for a while because my sister was younger than me. If I collapsed, she wouldn't have anything to rely on, so she had to be strong. Fortunately, my sister is strong now, even stronger than me. So, Wanwan, to be honest, I've always been greedy for warm people, just like your family. They're all very warm, and I like them."

Yang Haitao was relieved and grabbed her hand. "My family and I will treat you well in the future. We will give you the best love and care."

"Thank you, I'm very happy," song Xuan was touched.

In the evening, the autumn wind blew. Aunt Wu picked up the osmanthus flowers on the ground in the yard to make Osmanthus sauce.