After my mother passed away, my father married another woman. She wore heavy makeup every day, and sometimes didn't wear any clothes at home. She didn't seem to regard me as an outsider. She didn't know anything. She only wore makeup, smoked, and played mahjong every day. But she was a very young girl. She cried when she watched TV series and loved small animals when she saw them. Sometimes I didn't understand her until one day. The relationship between me and her seemed to have become strange. That time I had a fever and she happened to be at home. In order not to cause trouble to her, I locked myself in the room. I didn't go to school. My teacher called her and said that I didn't go to school. She seemed worried that I had been looking for me, but I never showed up. I heard a lot of movement outside the room, but I didn't want to get up. Slowly Slowly I lost consciousness. When I woke up, she was sitting next to my bed. I saw that the door to the room had been removed... I looked at her helplessly and smiled softly. I subconsciously touched her hair: she was still as frizzy as ever. I saw that the clothes she wore were very thin, and it was very cold today. When I held her in my arms, I found that she was very frizzy. It was so light, suddenly her eyes opened in a daze, she touched my forehead, and then said in a coquettish tone, "Your fever has finally subsided." I was frightened by her, and she fell asleep in my arms again. I put her down on the bed, she pulled me, I lay next to her, she hugged me, my heartbeat accelerated very quickly, but I couldn't bear to push her away...
Concept: Love has nothing to do with gender