You may scold me for being selfish, but even if you scold me or blame me, I will have no complaints."
Never in her wildest dreams did she expect that this ordinary letter would draw so much suspicion from her junior sister.
Only then did he realize that even though his junior sister had spent time with him day and night, he had always loved his junior brother deep in his heart. Right now, his heart was truly as uncomfortable as thousands of swords piercing through one's heart.
He really didn't know whether he should tell her the truth or lie when he loved someone.
Perhaps the greatest tragedy of life was not life or death, but the separation and parting. The person you loved stood in front of you. Although it was close at hand, your heart was far away. This was the greatest tragedy in
