"Yu er, I know I'm wrong. I hope you do n' t torture yourself like this, okay?" He held me in his arms and comforted me softly.
He comforted me in exchange for even more intense crying. All the grievances and perseverance seemed to collapse at this moment.
Wuwu... You evil ghost... Wuuuuu, you're bullying me... "Wuu..." I cried as I patted his back.
It was as if he wanted to use this method to vent all the bitterness that had accumulated in his heart.
He even deliberately rubbed his tears and snot onto his clothes because I knew that he was a clean freak, so I deliberately punished him like this.
Looking at whether he would dare to accuse me in the future, and whether he would bully me in the future, what I didn't realize was that I did n' t have any music to do with a little girl who
