I escaped from a group of bald heads.
It was a dilapidated temple, with few people coming to offer incense. There were only a few mud walls standing alone, most of which could collapse with a kick.
I forgot how I got in.
Those bald heads called me a bitch. They all said that my mother was a kiln girl.
They beat and scolded me when I was a child, and when I got older, they would touch me from time to time. Of course, they didn't get any good results.
Intention: growth