In my previous life, my mother always loved to take things home from the factory. On the winter solstice, she brought back a large bag of moldy flour to make dumplings. I advised her that it was poisonous and should not be eaten, but she refused to listen. In the end, my family suffered a big disaster, and I passed away in pain. When I opened my eyes, I was reborn back to the moment when my mother had just opened the flour. This time, I didn't confront him head-on. I just stepped forward gently and said with a smile, "Mom, let me help you."
