I am a Buddhist girl from a deep mountain. I married into the Shen family to repay my kindness and gave birth to a Buddha bone boy.
He doted on me for three years, turned around and took away the twelve collarbones of my five-year-old son alive.
No anesthesia was given, no stitches were applied to the wound, and he was left to die of pain.
He said: It's just a few bones, and it's dead when it dies.
He fed my son's ashes to the dogs, fed me Juezi soup, and cut off my hand tendons.
Until the Shen family was destroyed, he knelt in front of my Buddha and cried until he vomited blood.
I have been ordained as a nun, with the Buddhist name Lingxi.
From now on, the world of mortals is empty, and love and hate are clear.
