Your Love Is too Weak to Resist the Wind

There was a fire at a Halloween carnival. I had an asthma attack and I was knocked down by the panicked running crowd.

My childhood friends, the two brothers of the Lynch Family whom I wanted to marry turned a blind eye and hurriedly left holding my stepsister in their arm.

When passing by me, one of them even kicked me and said, "Move aside, don't block the way!"

Returning from the hospital, I looked at my home where my fingerprints had been deleted and the password had been changed.

My stepsister boasted on her social media account. [Our love has withstood the test of life and death and remains as strong as ever. From now on, we will never leave each other!]

I dialed Pauline Andrew's phone. As soon as it connected, I said, "Aunty Pauline, I am willing to go back and marry your son!"

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Just as I walked into the house, Oliver Lynch threw something at me.

It hit the wound on my forehead and fell at my feet. It was a lace ladies' underwear.

"Hermione, can you change your bad habit of being forgetful?"

"You have no shame, but we still have shame. You leave your underwear everywhere, isn't it dirty?"

Ever since Camile Riley appeared, the two childhood friends, who had always favored me, began to make trouble from time to time. They did not allow any of my things to appear in public areas such as the living room and bathroom.

Looking at the underwear on the floor that was clearly not my size, I spoke lightly, "This is not mine."

Oliver stepped forward, carefully picked up the underwear on the ground, folded it and placed it in a conspicuous place on the sofa, with a doting tone in his voice.

"It must have been left when Mimi took a bath last night. What a little fool!"

In the past, "Mimi" was a special nickname given to me by two childhood friends. Now, "Mimi" became my stepsister's nickname, Camile and they called me just by my name, Hermione.

Orlando Lynch, Oliver's younger brother, poked his head out of the kitchen and asked me, "How do you make the beef rib soup you made before? Mimi wants to eat it!"

They both ignored my bandaged hand and did not see the gauze-wrapped wound on my forehead.

"My hand is injured. I can't help you!"

Orlando frowned, his face full of disgust.

"Hermione, what else can you do? You can even fall and injure yourself while walking. You're really stupid."

When I was a child, I accidentally fell and the two of them nervously sent me to the hospital for a full body check-up, but now they criticized me for being clumsy.

But they forgot that the injury on my wrist was caused by Oliver stepping on me and the injury on my forehead was caused by the sharp corner of the table when Orlando pushed me away.

At this moment, a delicate voice rang out. "Oliver, Orlando, there seems to be a bad guy wandering outside my house. I'm afraid ...." It was Camile's voice.

"Don't be afraid, just stay home, I'll be there soon!" Orlando hurried out of the kitchen, hit my shoulder with the car keys in his hand and walked out while talking.

Oliver followed behind and said, "Let me go and check it out too!"

The living room instantly quieted down and I fixed my gaze on the new photo hanging on the wall behind the sofa.

Camile was wearing a pink princess dress and the two brothers hugged her from left to right like knights, smiling brightly and happily.

The photo frame originally held a group photo of me and the two brothers going out for fun, but now it had been rolled up into a ball and stuffed in the trash can.

After washing up, the room was filled with thick black smoke.

The smoke alarm blared and water sprayed out from the roof, drenching me from head to toe.

I instinctively thought there was a fire and immediately called Oliver.

"There's a fire at home, come back quickly!"