A long time ago, there was a rich man's wife who was seriously ill. Before she died, she called her only daughter to her side.
Our story begins here.
The only daughter lay beside her bed with tears in her eyes: "Mom..."
"Good daughter, after Mom goes away, she will protect you and bless you under the Nine Springs." After saying that, she closed her eyes and the hand held by her daughter slipped down.
She was buried in the garden, and her daughter, pious and kind, went to her mother's grave every day to weep. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... Mom, why hasn't dad bought you a pair of glasses for all these years! I am a boy... A boy..."
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