[Past and present life + space + raising children + short-lived parents]
The white-haired children are called by the north wind, and the bones are buried in the loess and the sunset cries.
Sixty-five-year-old Wenxiu died of a broken heart.
She has four daughters.
Six months ago, her third daughter passed away unexpectedly. This huge grief completely crushed Wenxiu.
On her deathbed, she felt unwilling... She was a failed mother.
A week ago, she was domestically abused by her husband. After running back to her parents' home, she found that she had been reborn.
Reborn thirty-five years ago.
Great, the children are still young, we can't let anything happen to Sanya, and Siya also needs to be found.
In a daze, the stepmother's concerned voice came to my ears.
The stepmother is a woman of few words and doesn't like to laugh.
Wenxiu has never met her biological mother, and has always regarded her as her biological mother.
After her father left, she became a good helper for her stepmother.
I remember when she was young, her stepmother taught her how to make a stove, braid her hair, and how to make a whistle out of wicker.
As I grow up, I gradually realize that these are all gestures, just fulfilling the duty of a stepmother.
There are two wells with different depths.
Just when Wenxiu was tortured to death by her cruel husband, she found that her stepmother's attitude towards her seemed to have changed...
There are so many typos, 🙅