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My mom was trafficked. I knew it when I was a kid.
She doesn’t talk much, she doesn’t talk to me.
I had the most impression of her when she was five years old, and I went up to the mountains with her to chop wood.
It’s just me and her.
I dragged her by the horns and called her with my head on her back, and she did not deserve me. It was not but a sudden tear, and then carried me up, with one hand on my waist and with one hand on my head in the water.
I remember it was a winter with thin ice on the river.
My nose and mouth are filled with cold and cold water, and I struggled so hard in the water.
I cried out loud, “Mom! I’m sorry.
“Mommy! I was wrong!”
I don’t know what I’ve done wrong, but it’s good to admit it.
And she said to me, “I am not your mother, you son of an animal. I’m sorry.
I was so cold, I really thought she was going to kill me.
I can’t get rid of her.
I feel like I’m really going to die of water.
I begged her to struggle, and I hated her.
“What are you doing? She’s just a kid! I’m sorry.
My mother fell fast, and I was like a fish that got out of the net, and I got life.
I feel my lungs burning.
It’s our village chief’s son, Chen An.
I know his mother was abducted, but his mother died early. I haven’t seen her.
My grandmother used to say that you saw Chen’s mother die, but she left at least one seed for the old Chen’s family.
Where’s your mom?
He’s seven years older than me, and I’ve been following him and calling him Chen.
He pushed my mom away and he took me behind him.
My mother had no expression on her face, and she was neither killed nor found in distress.
When I was young, I told my dad first.
I seem to want someone to back me up.
“Mother will drown me!” Mommy’s drowning me!”
My dad just pushed me away when I thought he wouldn’t back me up.
I saw him take out a wooden stick with a big arm and hit my mother with a stick.
I saw my dad hit my mom.
He’s having a hard time eating, and he’s gonna slap it in his face.
My mother was even trained to see one of his eyes and knew that she would be beaten and would use her hand to cover her up.
Every time my dad beats my mom, my grandmother takes me away while she’s watching, saying, “What’s the point? Do you think you’ll remember her like this? I’m sorry.
Then he said to me, “You will be as disobedient as your mother, and you will be beaten to death.” I’m sorry.
I don’t remember anything else.
Just remember my mother’s eyes were covered in blood and she looked at our family.
I know if she could, she’d be a devil to kill us.
I saw my mom’s head broken by my dad, bleeding everywhere.
My grandmother was still there: “Kill her and kill her!” I’m sorry.
I’ve been panicking and struggling from my grandmother’s arms.
“Dad, stop hitting my mom, I don’t blame her. I’m sorry.
I went to hold my dad’s feet, and I was afraid I’d really have no mom.
He was kicked by my dad.
My mom didn’t respond to what my dad did.
But at the moment, she cried, her voice was torn, and I never heard a ghost crying, but at that moment I saw her crying, and I couldn’t help but think that the ghost was not crying.
She struggled to sound from her voice, looked up at the sky and howled loudly.
My dad finally stopped.
I was afraid of her and I wanted to be close to her.
Dad and Grandma tied her feet with chains like a leash dog, and her feet were broken with big iron handcuffs.
I looked for a lot of thick film that spiders used to cover the eggs in the woodhouse and I said, “Mom, I’ll cover you with this, and I won’t bleed. I’m sorry.
She saw me suddenly go crazy, and the chain was being pulled by her and she kept ringing: “Go away! Get out of here!”
She yelled at me and cried.
I couldn’t stop crying. I fell asleep next to the wood.
While she was asleep, I gave her those wounds that were still bleeding, one by one, with a spider web.
A glimpse of her unconsciously siping a cooler air, while she fell down and blew her wound.
I went to school on TV, like this would help.
My mother has been trying to run for years, and every time she runs, she gets arrested and beaten.
I was beaten with them.
I want her to run out early, and I’m afraid she’ll run out.
I learned slowly that there are many women like my mother in the village.
Some have broken their legs, others have been beaten stupidly.
One of them was a stupid aunt who was very pretty when she first came.
White shirt, jeans, white face.
I saw her get beat up many times, and then the old man called the other uncles of the village to his house.
That slow aunt went crazy.
I saw her go crazy, and an indescribable feeling haunts me.
The first time I saw her, she was like a day goose, and she was my favorite.
But now she’s in a mess of hair and only laughs at people.
Clothes are also black and broken.
There’s a lot of blisters in the back, and I always pick a lot.
Most of it was for my mom, and she didn’t eat.
But I gave that crazy aunt that she would eat.
After that, she’ll hold me in her arms.
“Baby, baby! My baby! I’m sorry.
She stinks in her arms. I always push her away at the beginning.
But when my dad and grandma beat me up, I would sneak up to my crazy aunt and hug her.
Hold her while crying.
She’s gone mad, she’s crying, and she’s crying, and she’s asking me, “Stop crying, baby! Mom’s here! Mom’s here, nobody dares bully you. I’m sorry.
I haven’t been alone with my mom since she almost drowned me.
I’d love to be near her, but I’m still afraid of her.
Until when I was eight, my dad and grandma went out to work.
I made a meal and snuck some for the crazy aunt, and she sat at the threshold of my house.
I got a chopstick and said, “Baby first!”
“Imbecile! Eat!” I looked at her like a fool, and it was funny.
She’s got my response and she’s eating food with a bowl full of mouths.
Then I brought a bowl of rice to my mother, who looked outside the woodhouse and didn’t speak.
She looks like she’s lying there like a body.
If it wasn’t for the eyes, I thought she was gone.
When she saw me, she looked ugly.
I tried to be nice to her.
All of a sudden, she ran over and tied the chain to my neck.
Her eyes were red and the bowl fell on the floor.
I know, she still tried to kill me.
What does it feel like? Compared to the first time, I’ve slowly accepted it.
I know she didn’t volunteer me. There’s a primary school in the village. I’ve learned something.
Mr. Teachers is a very old man and looks kind.
He didn’t charge tuition. At first, my grandmother didn’t want me to.
It’s just that the old man said she’d learn a few words, at least settle scores later, and know the way.
He whispered to me, “The people of the village will be punished for this.”
He told me it was hard for people like my mother to live.
I’m losing my mind. There’s something in my head.
Most of them looked like their mothers were beaten, and the village aunts who had been abducted, who had seen them kill someone, threw a bed and threw it in the back.
That aunt was killed because she had only one child.
Find a way to get killed.
My mom wasn’t hard enough.
She is now clattering my neck with chains, and my face is filled with tears.
“I’m sorry. Mom! I’m sorry.
I know she’s in pain, and I’m in pain.
I don’t know what’s gonna happen tomorrow, like I’m getting beat up all the time.
I know she doesn’t want to have me.
But that’s it. She just let go.
The first time she held me and cried, it was the first time she took the initiative.
She cried helplessly, and I slowly passed away.
“When I grow up, will I take you out?” I’m sorry.
She swooped and put her head on my head.
Tears flow.
It was only then that I knew that our village was a trafficking village.
My dad’s one of them, but he’s a little boy.
I’ve seen the head of the trafficking village. It’s the big red aunt in the village.
She just gave birth to a little girl this year. She’s pink, and she looks lovely.
My grandmother used to ask me to go and wash her diapers, and she went out very often before she had the baby.
So most of her kids were with me and Grandma, and Grandma wasn’t patient, so most of them were with me.
The child’s name is Ju Ju Ju, and it’s so sticky.
Every time Aunt Red comes back, I’ll bring a lot of snacks, beef jerky, cookies, drinks.
I’d sneak it home to my mom, and my mom just looked at me.
The girls in our village have little status and the old people say that the boys are the root of the family and that most of the girls are sold for money, with the exception of Juju.
I had a very close sister before I was in the village. I knew she was sold at 15, and I never saw her after.
All I remember was the day she was tied up and sent away, crying to tears, and her so-called father only said to the buyer that she would be honest if she didn’t have to fight for a few hours.
The older sister’s mother came to stop and was thrown over and over again by their fists.
The van was driven away, and the aunt ran after the van with her lame legs and blood on the ground.
They said, “The bitch really has feelings for the little baby.” I’m sorry.
He came to them and asked them: “Have you no conscience? I’m sorry.
Do you fear the punishment? I’m sorry.
How could they have conscience?
My dad smoked around, and he threw a cigarette out, saying, “What? Do you still want justice for them? I’m telling you, if I get caught, I’ll be out of jail for a few years. I’m sorry.
I’ll listen to you next to me. You can come out after a few years in jail?
Then how can they be sentenced to death? You’ll get a death sentence if you kill someone.
Soon I’ll be 14. I don’t want to be sold like them.
I’ve heard my grandma and my dad discuss where to sell me more than once.
Ju Ju Ju is almost seven years old. She’s the most beloved girl in the village.
Aunt Red had her since she was born.
But Aunt Red is often away, so Juju trusts me most.
I used to sneak her to see those girls and tell her,
Aunt Red was so nice to her because her dead mother looked good.
It’s best to keep her alive.
I used to tell her that, and I didn’t tell anyone.
She’s scared and crying, and I’ll hold her in my arms and say, “It’s okay, sister protects you, sister will never let them hurt you.” I’m sorry.
I told her time and time again not to piss Red Aunt off and let her know.
Or you’ll be like everyone else.
Don’t worry, sister will save you.
I kept indoctrination her and stayed at her house often.
On the surface, we’re in deep love, and I’m actually afraid she’ll expose me.
When I was 15, my dad and my grandma finally did it.
They were going to put me in the van, and I grabbed the door and my dad slapped me in the face, and I was slapping my nose out and my head was buzzing.
My mom came after me, and she started crying.
It’s the first time I’ve seen her cry in front of my father, and since I was born she’s been waiting for my father to kill her.
But this time she made peace for me, and she kneeled on her knees and begged: “Let her go!” I’ll live with you, I beg you! I’m sorry.
My father didn’t even look at her. He kicked her in the face. You think you’re something. I’m sorry.
Juju came after him. He didn’t run. He broke his knee.
“Let go of my sister, I’ll kill you.” I’m sorry.
Red Aunt saw the heartache, hugged the Juju, slapping my dad on the spot: “How big is this fucking mess?” I’m sorry.
My father was slapped and he couldn’t talk.
“I’ll get her out right away.” I’m sorry.
He kicked me so hard.
And Juju cried even more, and she cried with her throat, “Mom, please, save Sister Ho. I’m sorry.
And she sheds tears upon the Juju with grief, and then she whispers: “How much did I buy?” It’s useless! I’m sorry.
“How can Hung collect money? Say one word, this girl is yours. “My dad was flattered.
The aunt scornfully looked at him and returned to his house with Ju Ju and took 20,000 for my father.
When I was 15, I was replaced with $20,000.
And Aunt Red is taking Juju to the city so that Juju can go to a foreign language school.
She bought me, and I’ll be Juju’s maid and take care of Juju with them.
Last night with my mom, she held me for the first time.
Everyone was asleep at night, and she told me that Grandpa was the teacher of the 14th High School in C.
Grandma was also a teacher at that high school, teaching language.
She was a freshman at Kyoto University, and she was fooled here during the summer.
She told me very briefly and gave me a phone number.
She’s been kidnapped for more than 10 years and she carries this number every night, and she’s afraid she’ll forget it, and there’s no hope.
I promised her I’d come back for her.
She just smiled, “You’re really stupid.” I’m sorry.
This is the village of human traffickers, where the last family came to find it, and they all end up here.
Say it! And she cried her eyes, and stood firm in my face, saying, “Tell your grandfather I’m dead, remember? I’m sorry.
I looked her in the eye and promised her in the face that her hands would fall.
Close your eyes and get tired.
I looked at her through the light of the moon, and I made up my mind, and I had to get her out.
When I was 15, for the first time I was out of the trafficking village.
My dad came to give me a ride, and he warned me, “Do good with Aunt Red, do bad, I’ll kill you.” I’m sorry.
Red Aunt stood by with Juju, and I slapping my dad with my hand and shaking my hand.
I hid my hand behind my back lest they might see it.
Then he said to my father, “Who the fuck are you yelling at now that I am with the Red Aunt?” I’m sorry.
My father was standing there, and then I was bending to pick up a firewood knife on the ground, and I was going to chop him, like, “Be honest and I’ll come back and I’ll chop you if anything happens to my mother.” I’m sorry.
My dad looked at me with shock, but only I knew. If I could, I would really cut him.
“What are you waiting for?” Let’s go!
Aunt Red from the car asked me, why are you so bold?
When she talks, she’s gentle and gentle, and she doesn’t get mad at her like a nice, nice, nice, normal aunt.
It’s just that no one knows that this seemingly gentle aunt is the boss of the trafficking village.
I pretended to be flattered and bowed to my head: “Follow you, you must be bold.” I’m sorry.
She didn’t stop, and she kept asking me, “Why are you so afraid to follow me?” I’m sorry.
And I looked at her, and my eyes were red: “There is only Ju Ju here to see me, and I will protect Ju Ju. I’m sorry.
Juju is sleeping well.
I didn’t say anything loud enough to wake her up.
Just tears in the eyes and looks at her with determination.
She doesn’t seem to think I’m the answer, apparently.
“Are you not afraid of me?” She touched the smoke in her pocket and dropped it quickly after she had looked at the sleeping pearl.
“You treat me better than my father! I continue to show loyalty.
She didn’t look up, it seemed like she was thinking.
And We answered, “I will be good to whoever is good to me.” I’m sorry.
I followed Aunt Red to her villa to find out that the compound in her village was nothing.
This house was only seen on TV in my previous life, but it was more beautiful than it was on TV.
There are false mountains, fountains, corridors, small lakes, and many big and fat walls.
Aunt Red says it’s on the windwater and it’s hairy.
I looked at this beautiful villa and thought it would cost a lot of money.
To buy this house, they’re supposed to sell a lot of people, like my mother, like the girls in the village who were sold at the age of 15.
And Aunt Red doesn’t know how many such houses there are all over the country.
Less than two months after entering the villa, a new shipment arrived in the basement of the villa.
They’re all teenage girls.
Aunt Red says I’ll take care of this for now.
I’m afraid to look these girls in the eyes and just deliver them meals every day.
I’ve been in town so long, I don’t even have a phone.
The villa was guarded everywhere, and the opportunity to be alone with Juju was not found.
I’m nervous every day and I’m only thinking about the number that Mom gave me when nobody was in the night.
I couldn’t write it down because I ran into them and went through my room.
I’m more afraid of the number if it’s found.
When I was thinking about getting out, there was a girl my age in that shipment.
Every time she saw me, she held my leg and begged me to let her go.
And sometimes I do it, and I do it.
She was unconscious.
Until one night, everyone else fell asleep.
Did she pull me and ask me if I wanted to read? She said her family was rich. I helped her out. She could do anything.
I didn’t hear it, I ran, I went back to my little room, my heart beats.
The girl went on a hunger strike for days.
I’ve been here for more than two months, and I can’t stand it.
It’s hard to get out of the village, isn’t it in town?
The city should have more chance.
It’s just that Aunt Red’s villa is the best halfway house in the city, and we can’t run.
The girl told me she could ride.
Sometimes the Red aunt’s men come in on a motorcycle and the keys are inserted in the car.
I’m moved.
I sneaked her out of the house while a red aunt was away.
I’m trying to free everyone, but I’m afraid none of them will.
Once I let her go, she ran out.
At this point, a cold, quiet girl suddenly grabbed my leg and said, “Fake!” I’m sorry.
My hands are numb. I think I’m done.
No! Maybe there’s still a chance.
The basement’s a mess. The girls are awake.
Each of them cried and begged me to release them.
And I yelled, “Be serious!” I’m sorry.
The walkie-talkie was quickly found and the doorman stopped her and the girl was brought back.
Most of the guards in the villa were gathered, and I hit the girl with a steel stick in front of them.
A few sticks go down, the girl loses her strength.
When I hit, I yelled at the girls in the villa: “See? This is what happens when I run away.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know where it came from, but there was blood pouring out of the stall in the girl’s nose. Sister, stop it!”
I’m still not letting go. My chest is full of anger.
She almost sold me.
She couldn’t help but cry, “Red aunt, help me! Help me! I’m sorry.
Aunt Red just showed up, and she still looks so gentle and gentle.
And then he came over and he slapped me. “Seize the dog! I’m sorry.
“I’m your buyer, you can kill me.” But you can’t say that about me. I’m sorry.
We look at each other, and I look down on you.
And she began with her eyes, saying, “When I put my hair in my ear, I watched the little girls on the leash, and said, “When they were locked in, they kept their hearts shut and thought they could go out.” I just wanted them to know what happened tonight. I’m sorry.
Those girls listen to me. It’s like a dead end.
Aunt Red heard me say that there’s a compliment in his eyes.
“It’s good to be an example! I’m sorry.
“What? * I’m full of it, I understand it. *
After this, Aunt Red relaxed me a lot.
And I met with Juju, and they were notware of me.
I’m still brainwashing Chu.
Sometimes I went shopping with Ju Ju Ju, and I secretly contacted my grandfather while working in the mall.
Just tell me that Mom and I are still alive so he doesn’t do anything.
And Ju Ju, under Our influence, knew their school’s little Net Red, a child star.
They also got their own media accounts.
I just told her that the more people know about us, the safer we are.
But I want to do more than that.
The Red Aunt’s shipment came in soon, and new men came to the basement of the villa.
My mind was filled with the cold, cold sister who helped me, but I didn’t help her.
If it wasn’t for her, she would have killed me.
I went on my watch, not talking to anyone.
After another half month, I secretly contacted my grandfather.
Having learned about me, he kept me patient and said he had waited so long.
This time, the police are going to kill them all.
Just as I was upset, there was a problem with the shipment of which Aunt Red had previously taken over, and the people who delivered it were beaten up by the police.
The Red Aunt brings the newly arrived girls to the trafficking village overnight.
I remember signposts on the road, texting my grandfather with Juju’s phone at night, and then quickly deleted the text.
They then followed them back to the village.
I went to see the crazy aunt, and she seemed even more insane, and she probably wouldn’t have lived without the money of the man who bought her.
I showered her, cut her hair and gave her a lot of food.
But she didn’t eat, and she dragged me with one hand, and said, ‘Boy, don’t go! I miss you so much!’
I learned later that she was abducted with her children.
After her child died in the trafficking village, she went crazy.
So she kept calling me baby.
Because she was stuck with me, I took her home.
It’s actually the last attempt to help her.
My mom looks worse.
She saw me and didn’t say hello, like a piece of wood.
My dad gave her a kick when he was unconscious and hit her like she was eating.
I ran out of the car and hit him with a steel stick.
He took a few of my sticks in a hurry.
I’m trying to fight back.
“Come on, I’ll kill you.” I’m sorry.
My dad’s having a hard time.
My mother was beaten again.
My dad looked at me and I threw a knife at him.
And he kept pushing him, “You useless piece of shit, you’re not as good as me all these years!” Waste is waste! I’m sorry.
And a few of those around me saw it, and I said, “You too are useless!”
Two of them have already tried, especially my dad, and I feel like his fists are sweating. If he had beaten me to death before, they would have put up with the red aunt flag.
My mother’s finally attracted attention to the argument over here. She saw it.
There seems to be some confusion as to why I should do this.
I laughed at her.
It’s probably the last time she’s ever met. She’s done it a million times. I’ll do it for her.
And I kept pushing them, “If you don’t buy a woman, will you never have a wife?” Do you have a woman for that? I’m sorry.
I laugh and laugh at them.
“You’ve been fucking Red for six months, right? @Ambassah: #Jan25 #Jan25
They’re coming at me.
And I went on to say, “You animals, your children, have been sold, and you have no idea how wrong you were born, and the animals have come to be human.” I’m sorry.
They couldn’t help it anymore. They came and hit me.
Run! My mother doesn’t seem to understand why I did it, but she makes me run.
My tears just came out of nowhere.
“Sorry! I won’t be your daughter next time I’m born! I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry! I’ve been ashamed of you for years! I’m sorry.
But I didn’t have time to tell her that they came and I took two knives from everyone near me.
It totally pissed them off, looked at me with a knife, and they took out the guy.
I don’t know who pushed it, and a fruit knife went straight into my belly.
My head turned to my cell phone hidden under the Blue Watts.
It’s been live there, and I’ve seen it rolling.
But I can’t see.
I used the account of Child Star, and he had millions of fans.
A lot of people should know!
As long as they don’t kill people, they’ll come out.
What if I die? I’m dead. Can you put them to death?
I was live with my death, and the knife was so painful.
I don’t even have the strength to talk.
“I’m sorry.” I’m sorry.
She should be free soon, and Grandpa is surrounded.
My dad and those guys killed Red Eye, ready to kill me.
I saw those knives coming at me, and I think I’m gonna die.
But I couldn’t wait to fall into a stinking arms. I heard the sound I heard countless times before: “Baby!” Mom protected you! Mom protected you! I’m sorry.
The crazy aunt doesn’t know when she’ll come and hold me tight.
Those knives were stabbed on her, and my clothes were covered in her blood.
The damned man is I, a descendant of the traffickers.
I should have died.
How can you be so stupid? I have also deliberately taken her to live spots today, and I hope that the millions of fans of Child Star will see her.
She can’t die! She’s almost home. How can she die because of someone like me?
I want to cry, but I find no sound in my throat.
She must have loved me most in the world, but she died.
I should be dying too! I wish I was dead!
So they killed two people with the attention of millions of people, and my consciousness became blurred.
There was a lot of stuff in my head, and for the first time my mother was in the lake.
There was my mom trying to strangle me that time, and there were us hugging and crying.
And every time she stinks in her arms, and she calls me baby once and for all.
And Juju, and I told her many times, “Your sister will protect you.” I’m sorry.
I’m sorry, but I’ll do it again.
And then it’s gone. I’m unconscious.
I should be dead.
I woke up again in a white room.
It’s smelling of disinfectant water. I asked myself, “Did you arrange for me to be born?” Can you not be a human trafficker’s child?”
An aunt in a mask looked at me, and her eyes were red, and the tears fell when she heard me say that.
In my eyes.
It’s warm and hot.
I knew it. I’m not dead.
I didn’t speak, and she took off her mask and said to me, “You’re amazing, sister!” I’m sorry.
I looked around and there was that cold-looking girl in the basement who was wearing police clothes.
This is how I know she’s undercover, and she taps my shoulder. I’m sorry.
It’s not far from being a white-haired old man. I thought he was supposed to be my grandfather.
I laughed at him.
And I had no right to call him, but he laughed bitterly: “Your mother was sick in the next room. I’m sorry.
Juju was lying by my side like Arthur was upset and I reached out and touched her head.
I’m out of the hospital for a month.
The village of traffickers, which had been prepared by the police for siege, and the reason for the live broadcasts, had provoked anger among society as a whole.
The police from the nearby county arrived, along with the leads I had left, and the trafficking village was wiped out.
All traffickers were severely punished, and those who killed crazy aunts were sentenced to death.
The crazy aunt’s husband did find her through that live broadcast, but finally he saw a cold body.
He took the urn’s ashes home.
I went to worship Mad aunt and never looked at her husband.
She had escaped with Juju, but was arrested by the police.
She was also sentenced to death, and I brought Juju to see her before her death.
She said, “I never thought that my dog would be a little wolf.” I’m sorry.
And Juju asked her, “You bad woman, give me back my parents.” I’m sorry.
Her very calm face finally broke and her eyes were red.
It turns out the wolves cry too.
I showed her that she was standing outside the media and that she wanted to say something, and she didn’t.
“Why are you so mean? Why are you so mean?”
This time I looked at her in peace, and her tears finally fell: “Ju Ju is not sorry! I’m sorry.
So many families have been destroyed, but the rest of them feel bad.
Some people were born without mercy. Only if you hit her with a knife. She knew it would hurt.
But it doesn’t matter. The animals should be born and become animals.
Another spring, I went back to school with the help of the police.
No one knows me under their deliberate protection.
A few good people have asked me if I was a girl in that big show, and I just smiled, “It’s probably just like her, but she’s amazing, and I don’t have the guts. I’m sorry.
Juju was adopted by a kind man, but she was still attached to me, and I thought very carefully about deciding to discuss her with her foster parents.
Hope she can forget these things as she grows older.
But when she got in, she cried, “Sister, protect me!” I’m sorry.
Sister, don’t take me away!
“Sister, I’ll protect you later. Don’t leave me. I’m sorry.
I finally lost heart with her foster parents.
That’s how she came to me from time to time, but she asked me one time, “Is my mother and father gone? I’m sorry.
I told her, “Didn’t your parents find you? I’m sorry.
I haven’t seen my mother in a long time, and I even thought I’d never see her again.
It’s probably because of her ability to read, and I studied very quickly, and I even jumped to the third grade and went to high school very soon.
The day passed, until I graduated from high school.
I saw her again, and she had been in therapy for years.
Also, during the years she spent in the trafficking village, she had a gynaecological condition.
I was taken to see her. I was hiding in the corner.
But she found out. I was too busy to run.
But she heard her cry, “Is it Jade?” I’m sorry.
I stopped and my tears were pouring out.
She was sitting in a cold chair, and she cried out to me with tenderness and tenderness, and was my childhood’s dream abounding.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
