In the dream: The little figure huddled in the corner, and the words kept echoing in her ears: Why should she be kept here? She is just a bastard that no one wants. . . Don't you want to have your own flesh and blood? I woke up from the dream, looking at this familiar place, recalling my experiences over the years, and feeling regretful. . Lingering in my mind. Go to sleep and wake up again. The words were so harsh in my ears:. . . Why do you keep the bastards that no one wants? ? ? It seems that everything has returned to the past. Looking at the old walls, wondering, I seem to understand something again.
A dream come true. Really reborn. This time I won't regret it anymore. . .