In my previous life, I treated my biological daughter and my adopted daughter equally.
Prepare the same breakfast for them, buy them clothes of the same price...
The adopted daughter was cautious, took it with both hands, and thanked me carefully.
However, the biological daughter was willful and disgusted. She snatched things and threw them into the trash can.
I always want a bowl of water to be fair and not treat any of my daughters badly.
However, before he died, he saw his two daughters had completely opposite attitudes.
The scales in my mind can no longer be balanced.
After being reborn, he faced the two people who were bowing their heads to eat.
I picked up a chicken leg.
After hesitating for a while, he put it into his adopted daughter's bowl.
Note: first person perspective
Concept: Love is mutual
