
Escape from That Sea
by Rubing
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The day I got the judgment to sever ties. It was pouring rain outside, and my daughter stood at the door of the court without an umbrella. She folded the thin piece of paper and put it into the leather bag containing tens of thousands of dollars. I wanted to stretch out my hand to shield her from the rain, and screamed "ah... Ah...". He stretched his hand into the air, but then retracted it as if he was electrocuted. Afraid that she would find it dirty. I was also afraid that she would be embarrassed by me being a mute. She looked back at me, her eyes cold. "Don't come to me in the future." "Don't let anyone know that the famous cross-sea bridge designer has a madman as his mother." I opened my mouth and nodded desperately. The rainwater flowed into my mouth along the ravine-like wrinkles on my face, making it very salty. I know. I know it all. So I pressed my fingerprints and I let you go. As long as you don't get on that ship, as long as you don't go into that sea. It doesn't matter where you go.
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