Ah Yue was not called Ah Yue. She remembered that woman with gouache on her face, pinching her little neck and saying, you little beast, please call her Ah Yue from now on. Then - after work, Ah Yue; are you willing to come with me, Ah Yue; from now on, you will call me master, Ah Yue; brother, please take you out to play, Ah Yue; I love you, Ah Yue, Yue'er, I am mother, Yue'er...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
