Another story about holding the wrong child...
Ou Shinan read a book. There was a female supporting character in the book, who seemed to be her reflection in the mirror.
The biggest difference between her and the heroine in the book is that the heroine is a normal person, while she is probably a pervert.
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"You've been calling me Gardenia for so long..." The three people over there frowned, looking incomprehensible.
"No. I'm not Gardenia. She didn't think of me for this name. When she was pregnant, she was the only one who especially liked the fragrance of Gardenia. It was very strange, so she thought that the child must be closely related to Gardenia, so she named it Gardenia."
"But that child was never me."
"She just sees her daughter in the city, her dreams, and everything about her through me and this name."
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"Do you understand, she looks like that..." He smiled bitterly.
"It's like being dead." Xie Qianyu found a suitable description.
The woman is in a hurry. "How... How..."
Xie Qianyu didn't notice what was wrong with his mother, and was thinking about the exquisite description he just made. Yes, that child looks like he is dead.
Because death alone rejects all understanding.
In fact, what I wanted to write was a cool and hilarious article (facepalm), but after writing one chapter, I... Well, there was an aura of "sadness" in the copywriting.
And the classification is correct (.