When I was thirteen years old, I was washing my bloody pants by the river and met a man with scars all over his body.
He gave me a bowl of brown sugar and told me to stay away, saying that people would die there later.
Later, he broke open the door of my house covered in blood, and I hid him in the cellar.
Seven years later, he appeared at the factory gate in a jeep, holding brown sugar in his hand, and said he had been looking for me for seven years.
I thought I could have a good life with him.
Until he brought a sickly girl to me: "This is Zhou Wan, my baby kiss since childhood."
I looked at her pale face and suddenly remembered - in my previous life, it was this person who asked me to take care of her for ten years.
