Staying up late due to overwork caused a Buddhist author who always liked to procrastinate to work time-travel into one of his few completed lesbian novels (to be precise, into a series), and became a soy sauce passerby with only one scene in the original novel;
That's right, the most evil book-wearing gag, a gag that was almost ruined, was discovered by my unscrupulous mother, and she unscrupulously used it on herself.
Let's make peace with it now. Now that my own mother has traveled through time, and with the blessing of the protagonist's halo, naturally I am no longer a soy sauce passerby without a role, but must be the protagonist!
Even the world in the book has its own world. Based on my guilt over the "tragic fate" of the protagonists in the original novel, this time I have the opportunity to have close contact with them. The first thing I have to do is to change the sadistic plot between the protagonists, try my best to turn the knife into a cookie, and make my mother feel better.
What? Is the child too idiosyncratic and disobedient? It doesn't matter, doting on me, who made them the image I created with my own hands? Of course I choose to forgive them.
Thus, Yaoyao, her biological mother, began a journey of worrying (zuo) heart (si) without knowing when it would end.