Transmigrating for Mom's Love

This story won't go VIP, and it's not long. I'll update it slowly, so take your time reading. It's a tragedy. The protagonist of this story isn't me. It's my mother: the person I love most, and also the person I understand least and resent most. I can't imagine how a well-behaved girl from a scholarly family could have anything to do with words like lesbian and unwed mother. And yet those were the labels I heard most often from the time I was old enough to understand. I urged her more than once to leave that place full of cruel words. But she kept standing her ground. She... had no idea that those filthy insults were like sharp blades, cutting into my heart inch by inch. After I grew up, I stayed away from that place for a long time. You want to care for your parents, but by then they are gone. When I returned again, it was as my mother was leaving. She passed away peacefully, with a smile, still clutching that old, yellowed photograph... Heaven took pity on me and let me return to my mother's youth. I thought I could change her life... Note: This is a love story set in a pure-hearted era, about two inexperienced young women who love wholly, fearlessly, and passionately. There are no fixed top or bottom roles in this story, and intimate scenes are rare. A fictionalized 1980s setting. No nitpicking over historical accuracy. Feel free to point out major plot holes, but please overlook the little details. By the way, please check out my other story that's currently updating: Going Ghost Hunting with the Ghost King. And... I want some too...