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... happened to be neighbours that got along well. Because of that, their parents adopted their respective neighbours' son as their godson.


But, the two of them never saw it that way.


Wei Heping was three years older than Weiwei. Both of them studied in the same school, but one of them was in junior high, while the other was in senior high. From an outsider's point of view, Wei Heping was the stereotypical child that other parents wished their own child ...

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