I was hypocritical, I had a headache, I couldn't sleep, I vomited dozens of times, I had a headache, I took painkillers, I had a stomachache, and I vomited all the time.

At this moment, he was crying in tears under the quilt on the bed, thinking of his grandfather. I still remember him saying with a pale smile

"Don't cry". I remembered the instructions he had asked before leaving, and the egg soup he had boiled for me one day in November last year, which was the last time I would eat the meal he had cooked.

Hypocrisy is hypocrisy, headache is headache, crying is crying, anyway, no one knows me and has seen me.

Be vulnerable, it doesn't matter. Grandpa, I miss you, especially for you

"Sweet Kitchen Favorite Princess" misses my grandfather. I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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