The story I want to tell is about a few growing children. It is completely fictitious and purely fabricated. Maybe I listened to a very sad song or watched some very sad movie. Suddenly, the structure of this story came into being. It contains a lot of taboo plots, and it is a story full of gloom. Even during the conception process, I cried because of it... I want to tell it because I think some people may resonate with it. If you can't accept things that are too dark, it's better not to read it. Finally, I would like to thank everyone who reads this article and wish everyone health, safety, and happiness!
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