When I was ten years old, my parents divorced and my custody fell into the hands of my father. I secretly ran away from home to relax. In a small town by the sea, I watched the cold wind blowing from the sea all night. Later, I met a man. He poured me a cup of hot tea to ward off the cold. I drank it. It was bitter, but also very warm.
When I was twelve years old, my father killed my mother and brought her son into the house.
I hate.
I hate my father for cheating on me, I hate my mistress for killing my mother, and I also hate my mistress's son.
I hated that he was the son of my mother's murderer, that he had forgotten me, that he later taught me how to love but didn't love me enough.
When I was seventeen, for revenge, I endured the humiliation, seduced him, controlled him, and wanted to destroy him.
After I turned eighteen, I changed. I wanted him to love me, just love me, and only me.
When I was nineteen, I got my revenge. In the same year, our relationship broke down and he completely fell out with me. He said he never wanted to see me again in his life, so I went to England.
When I was twenty-two years old, my goal was achieved, and the feud involving two generations finally came to an end.
He really loves me, just loves me, and can only love me.
The cup of bitter tea he poured for me twelve years ago has finally come back to me.
Purpose: Boring entertainment