After three years of hidden marriage, Xie Yu, a Buddhist disciple in Beijing, treated me like porcelain.
Until his white moonlight needs my bone marrow and children.
The night I signed the contract, the beads on his wrist were stained with my blood.
Five years later, I returned with my daughter and became famous all over the world.
At the auction, he spent thousands of dollars on me, but in exchange he only got a childish saying from my daughter:
"Mom, this uncle seems to be broken."
Later, he actually knelt down in the Buddhist hall and begged me to save him.
