"It's over... If my godmother finds out, she will kill me." I panicked and kept circling within a one-meter radius, but my uncle spread out his hands covered with flour and looked calm. "Why do I feel that... It is more likely that I will be killed by your mother." He said. I waved my hand, "Impossible, she likes you so much." My uncle raised his eyebrows, "Does your godmother not like you?" "Yes, but the situation is different now. We..." I stood still and raised my eyes. The moment my eyes met my uncle's, I was scared. "Or... Forget it." I turned around and ran towards the door, wishing that the door would appear directly in my hands now. It's getting closer, now it's time to change shoes. Very quickly, I can do it in three seconds. "Oh my god~" Just when I was about to bend over, my hand was suddenly clamped by the person behind me. The next second, I lost my center of gravity and fell backwards without any defense. "Ha," my uncle put his hand on my waist and whispered in my ear, "It's a beautiful thought, but it's too late."
Purpose: Destiny depends on nature, and cultivation depends on individuals. Even those who are not members of one's own family can walk in through the door.
