Before my daughter Ranzhi was born, the abbot of the Chenghuang Temple said that her relationship in the previous life was still intact.
My husband stayed up late at night to read the autograph I copied and said it was an affectionate poem promising never to leave.
My hanging heart gradually let go.
Unexpectedly, when Ranzhi was six months old, she started crying.
Even the famous local doctor was helpless.
I cried all day long, and by chance, I went to the City God Temple again holding Ran Zhi in my arms.
The host insisted that Ranzhi was not lucky enough and needed to do something to remove the dirt that followed her fate.
It was also during the process of doing things again and again that I realized that the person who said he wanted to renew his relationship with her was actually not a human being.
Motto: Love is destined
