Before my mother died, she left two last words:
The first sentence is embroidered on the handkerchief, and the second sentence is embroidered on the bellyband.
She starved to death on a winter night at the age of fifteen, and became a lonely ghost. She kept in mind her first sentence, not to take revenge or pursue any charges, and devoted herself to cultivation.
Fifteen thousand years later, she became an all-powerful fairy.
One day while taking a nap at noon, she returned to the moment when she starved to death as a child.
The light dust dwells in the weak grass, and the state of mind has already changed in thousands of ways.
She is no longer what she used to be and can now practice the second sentence.
Purpose: Don't destroy yourself in love, hate and obsession