Xie Yan 'er returned to her bedroom with a heavy heart.
After returning to her bedroom, Xie Yan 'er picked up a useless book on the table and began to tear the paper, as if she could vent the depressed emotions in her heart.
After a while, Xie Yan 'er calmed down.
She felt that what she had done was wrong.
She felt that it was already good enough that brother Hao allowed her to stay.
She was even allowed to stay here for a week. Why should she be angry?
Perhaps subconsciously, she had too much hope for her brother Hao!
He couldn't help but think of the role he played five years ago.
At that time, no matter how much trouble she caused, he would always pamper her with a smile.
When she was 12 or 13 years old, he was 18 or 19 years old. It was the most touching time of youth.
He was like a youngster who had walked out of a comic. He was very beautiful, and his every move was so beautiful.
