On the day I died, my husband kissed me good night, my mother fed me soup, and my father was kind and my son was filial.
Before the first seven days passed, they called my son a "broom star" and drove him to the maid's room.
I became Ah Piao, watching helplessly as my five-year-old son was forced to death by his loved ones.
Above the underworld, the judge was furious: "How dare you steal the fortune of a good person in ten lifetimes!"
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to two months before my death.
This time, I will tear this mask of warmth to pieces with my own hands, and let all monsters and monsters fall into hell forever!
The story is compact and not bad.