Mother's Mood for Love
by Nayu
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Let's talk about myself. It's strange to say that after my mother died, my mysophobia gradually got better. I began to look at those men who I once thought were dirty with a different look. A smile gradually appeared on my face. I was considered more and more beautiful by the male doctors in our hospital. Without exception, they suspected that I was truly in love. The word love reminds me of that middle school Chinese teacher. In my memory, everything is so warm and beautiful. One day I was pleasantly surprised to find that he appeared in front of me again. He apologized to me and said that he was too reckless. At that time, I accepted his apology downstairs in our dormitory in my pajamas, but it was a bit cold. He wanted to take off his coat, but I shook my head and said, "No, you're cold too." So, for the first time, I took the initiative to move my head closer to his open arms...
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