On a not hot afternoon, He Sanniang fell into a craze for cultivating immortals.
Read it again#
When I wrote the last part, I thought of the curium bowl. It is still intact when put together, and there will be no problems in using it, but those cracks, the date pit-shaped palladium curium, and the gray-white filling of the lime marks will last a lifetime.
One disintegrates and comes back together, but what remains in each person is as indelible as the cracks on the bowl. The cracks attracted more attention, and the reason born from the fragments finally dominated one. This is probably where the name comes from.
Mother is a very important role, every mother is. With strange eyes, I saw the broken and twisted reflection through the kaleidoscope. The reflection stayed in my heart and a new reflection was left by the person who called me mother. The novel is just a novel, a crazy, weak, painful and gentle mother, but I love her.
In reality
i love her
Purpose: Love makes us human