My mother had a difficult delivery when she gave birth to me, leaving me alone to suffer in a home with a stepmother.
But she has a rich best friend, and it is said that wealth can rival the country.
When the convoy came to pick me up, I was picking up rags with a bag.
A gorgeously dressed woman hugged me: [My dear, my aunt has finally found you.
] She pointed to the handsome guy 185 next to her: [That's my son, isn't he handsome? Marry him! My aunt can be your mother. ]
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