My diary is so detailed that anyone who reads it can read my family history without any mistakes. It's more of a contemporary genealogy.

My eldest brother led me into a strange room with a strange picture in it. The reason why it is strange is because the person in the photo looks similar to the big brother.

The house standing alone in the endless rice fields is my home. No one else has ever been to the house, and we have never been to someone else's house. This thing is not normal.

Big brother, it doesn't seem to be quite the same as us.

Problems like these, when I found out, my childhood was gone. In this family, it seems that she is the only one who lives like a normal person.

Thinking too much is my problem. I like to get everything through and that's my fault. Naturally, I'm not talking about academic issues, I'm thinking about the so-called truths. It's like revealing the secret of magic, and I can only appreciate its mysteries, but I have to understand the clumsy methods behind it.

In this space that is only a few tens of meters away, there are still many things she doesn't know, and I will decipher them one by one, but not now, the time has not yet come.

"It's better not to want to" Chapter 42 is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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