I am a thousand years old this year, but I am not yet a minor. I have a woman I love deeply, but she is not my lover, but my mother. At least until I meet the person I love, she will always be the woman I love most in my life. At least in this thousand years, I have never met a woman like my mother. She is a beautiful yet ugly woman, so smart that she often gets confused, domineering yet as timid as a mouse. She can decide a person's life or death just by talking and laughing. But when she faced Min, she was tricked into the bridal chamber while talking and laughing. . . Who is Min? Of course it's my father. A man who can make my mother ugly, confused and as timid as a mouse. A man who is as high as a god. "You have never said these three words "I love you"," Mother said with a slight frown. "Humph!" Accompanied by a sneer, this was the response her father gave her. But they still had me. My name is Yue Min, and I am a thousand years old. . .