From childhood to adulthood, his brother was his lighthouse.

All the relatives, elders, and neighbors praised my brother for his kindness, and no one ever turned to look at him.

Huo Ji'an couldn't hold back any longer, grabbed Wang Yilin's hand and shook hands vigorously.

Someone outside the door coughed softly, but their eyes fell on their clenched hands.

"Ji'an, you go and do your homework, I want to talk to ......

"The Sound of the Strings" 077. Under the moon before the flower is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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