(Don't read it, I don't want to write it anymore. The ending is in the last one, it's compressed.)
My name is Wen Rujin, and I am the mother in The True and False Daughter's Case.
I lost my biological daughter for twenty-two years. I didn't know she existed or what kind of life she was living. I didn't know the truth until the day she came back.
But I did nothing.
She was too cold, too unapproachable, and her eyes scared me. I didn't know how to be her mother, so I fled back to my adopted daughter, the child I raised and knew how to call me "Mom."
Later, she kidnapped her adopted daughter and planted explosives on the rooftop.
She said to me: "If there is a next life, I would rather be an orphan."
Then she died. I seem to be dead too.
When I woke up again, in the form of my soul, I returned to the day when I gave birth to her. I saw her enemies taking her away. I saw her thrown into the kennel. I saw her beaten, sold, and destroyed. I saw her in the deepest darkness, holding a rag doll and saying, "My mother must be looking for me."
But I can't do anything.
I could only watch helplessly as my daughter who flew away on the rooftop was stepped into the mud step by step by this world.
