On the wedding night, I looked at the man who had come back from the dead in the wedding room. Even though I was panicking, I still had time to think: It's over, I've been caught and raped!
"Yiyi, come home with me, it's time for our family to be reunited!" A finger with sharp bones stretched out towards me, and I even remember the temperature of that finger.
"Your hand..." I exclaimed, and then grabbed his hand. The fingers that he had played with countless times were now completely cut off from the root of the little finger on my right hand.
"Heh, I wonder what you're doing holding my wife's hand when you're not drinking in the front yard?"
"Mom, is this my biological father?" A red doll crawled out from under the bed in the room. The little guy was less than his waist. Damn it, why is this little ancestor here?
Short essay
Purpose: live a good life