He never asked for those clothes at all, he always wore the few pieces he had brought from the orphanage, loose, white and faded, and his thin body was even thinner.

Shen Feiruo put it in his closet a few times, and then he didn't put it anymore. Because she found that all the clothes had been cut to pieces with scissors, unrecognizable, crumpled and stuffed indiscriminately, with a strong sense of resistance and disgust.

That moment,......

Chapter 50 of "Waiting for the Wind to Come from the Northwest" He's a boy and he's hitting with his hand, please wait a moment,

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