When I woke up, I saw the aunt next door counting a few red tickets excitedly, laughing and cursing with saliva in her mouth: "A girl's movie is like a treasure! Let's see how you show off after selling it!"
I didn't say anything because I cried like this in my previous life, saying that I remembered her face and would definitely come back in the future.
As a result, the traffickers gouged out my eyes, broke my limbs, pulled out my tongue, and made me beg.
My mother missed her day and night, she was crazy, and she was only thirty years old when she left.
Dad's hair turned gray overnight, and when he finally found me, I was already terminally ill and lay in his arms and breathed my last.
Now, I am reborn. This time, I remain calm and wait for the opportunity to move.
