Is it a younger brother or sister?

These things belonged to misty rain, and no one could take them away from her.

Day after day, year after year.

Yuan shaojing was waiting, waiting for li Yanyu to return one day, even if ...

It was a bone-deep hatred for him.

All these years, Yuan shaojing would always dream at night.

She dreamed about what had happened in the hospital that day.

He dreamed that she had fallen into his arms after being shot. Compared to her numb expression, his fear, uneasiness, and despair were unrestrained.

All those years, he had never given her a good face because she liked him.

It was as if he was certain that she would not leave no matter what he did.

Uncle.

Yuan shaojing closed his eyes.

She was standing in his memory.

The sunlight that was as thin as a cicada's wing enveloped the misty rain. Her thin wrists and thin ankles were so fair and beautiful.

But in the blink of an eye, she was lying in his arms again, covered in blood.