"Ming'er, remember mother's words, never fall in love with a man..."
"Why?"
"Don't ask why, just remember my words..."
My mother has often said this to me since I can remember.
My mother and I lived in a small hut in the mountains and forests. It was an isolated place. Growing up, except for my mother, I had never seen anyone, especially the "man" my mother mentioned.
I am not Mom's biological daughter. Mom said she adopted me when I was still a swaddling baby. My mother is very kind to me, but I am very afraid of her. I don't know why. My mother has a past that I don't know about, and maybe it's this past that makes me feel how terrible she is, although this has always been just a feeling.
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