Ten years ago, he dared to put a pair of scissors across his son's neck and said hysterically to his man: "Don't even think about us going back until you die!"
Ten years later, he carefully held his son's little brother and smiled at the man: "Look, he looks like the master."
In the past, he was only young and sharp, and could not tolerate any filth. Later, he learned to smile and be silent, take a step back and settle down, and finally became a satisfactory and good wife in the long years.
"You drained every inch of my hope and finally blamed me for saying goodbye so easily."
(Diayou is actually a short story about turning around and spilling a lot of blood, hahaha)