I am really willing to give birth to a child for you.
I really love you so much that I lose my self-esteem.
For you, I went to jail, killed people, stole things, and became a thief.
I know I'm not good enough for you. Who told me that I was a second-rate scoundrel, a hopeless villain, a heartless gangster, a rotten fish at the bottom of society, unable to read a few Chinese characters, but capable of cheating, kidnapping, burning, killing, and robbing?
You said you don't like men.
I learned to put on lipstick and put on women's clothes.
You say you want a child.
I tried every possible means to buy an artificial uterus from the black market and put it in my belly.
You asked me to cut out the kidney and give it to your father.
I obediently signed the operation sheet and received a kidney transplant.
You say we are born with two kinds of people.
You said we were wrong from the beginning.
You said I shouldn't have come to you.
You said it would be best for me to disappear from your sight immediately.
You ask me why I didn't die on that dirty operating table? Why give birth to that bastard?
Because I love you! I love you so much that I forget the pain. Crazy in love. Even if my hands are stained with blood and my feet step on corpses, I still want to be with you.
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