Li Xiao was in a bad mood that night and had insomnia until midnight, surfing the Internet to kill his bad mood.
When I was bored, I clicked on the daily chat blog posted by my favorite blogger, and saw the first comment with high praise: "It would be great if my mother didn't marry my father. It doesn't matter even if I didn't come into this world."
Many likes and replies are the wishes of many daughters.
Li Xiao looked at it for a long time and gave it a thumbs up.
Before going to bed, she took out the diary under her pillow and, using the lamplight, summarized in a few words what she had not been in the mood to record in detail today.
"The connected umbilical cord is tightly tied with the knot of blood, like a white silk tied around the neck, burying a suicide called maternal love.
If possible, I hope that my mother's life is not a black veil worn on her arm to mourn her death by marriage, but a colorful skirt with her own graffiti. "
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