...Although it is still a bit stiff, it is the pure smile that a twelve-year-old boy should have.

"When I went back that day, it was the first time I spoke in five years since my mother died.

I went to ask Feng Kun and asked him not to send me back to the mental hospital. He and I promised that he would not go against him again. I would do whatever he asked me to do. The man agreed and let me stay in Boston."

...

Feng He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, his blood-stained eyelashes blinked, and a faint and gentle color spread from the corners of his eyes.

"In the next four years, I actively cooperated with the doctor's treatment, wanted to get better, and wanted to see Xiaoli often.

However, when I finally cured my illness, I still didn't dare to walk up to her, and I didn't even have the courage to pass by her as a passerby. I still just stood in the distance and watched her from afar, walked all the roads she had walked, and saw all the scenery she had seen."

When talking about this, Feng He's eyes were bright, and his dark blue eyes were like the sea at sunrise, sparkling, gentle and charming.

"She prefers Chinese food to eat more, and she likes sour and salty food. She actually likes spicy food, but she can't eat too spicy food. Every time she tastes it, she feels satisfied, and she has no feelings for sweets;

She loves traveling and often walks through the streets of the city alone with her camera on her back, capturing the colorful and beautiful colors of the world in her lens. At that time, I was across the road, and all of my lenses were hers.

She was not very interested in music, but she loved dancing. She looked so beautiful when she danced rumba, and almost all the boys she had seen were not fallen."

...

Feng He's face was full of gentle smiles at this moment.

"But there were several times when I found that she was different from what she usually eats, and she had some other little habits that didn't match. At that time, I probably guessed that Xiao Li might have a twin sister or sister."

"Later, she was admitted to Harvard when she was thirteen. I was fifteen and I got into the exam with her.

The year I spent on campus at Harvard was probably the day I had the least burden or concerns to appear around her.

Although I still couldn't say hello to her, I was already satisfied that I could occasionally "meet" her in the school library, and only pretend to eat with her in the same restaurant with a few classmates...and wait, I was already satisfied."

However, he never expected that this boy's campus youth, where a boy had a crush on a girl, would become the last beauty between him and her.

When the bad news came, the drums were ringing forever, and he knew that all of this was ruined...

Those who did countless exercises that he smiled in the mirror and thought that one day he would walk up to her with the courage to introduce himself and say "Hello, my name is Feng He". There would never be that opportunity again...

...

The smile in Feng He's eyes faded little by little.

"She is a smart and elegant girl with the pride and sharp edge of a princess, but she is not domineering and arrogant, and she is not arrogant because she is the daughter of the gambling king. Instead, she is the kindest little girl in the crowd.

However, it was such a kind girl who was cut off her angel wings by life, causing her to completely die, almost to pieces."

Feng He closed his eyes hard, breathing heavily, and when he opened it again, there was a blood-red and rebellious hatred in his eyes.
Chapter completed!