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Mengshan Shenjun had a sweetheart who died early, and I was the clay substitute he made when he missed his sweetheart. When our son was ninety-six years old, his sweetheart passed away. My son pushed me away: "I don't want a clay figurine to be my mother!" I asked myself to leave. He sneered: "One day, you will come back and beg me." Unexpectedly, he was right. Years later, I knelt before the temple again just to see them.

In a previous life, a local family invited their sister-in-law to be their confinement nanny. I heard that the confinement nanny in this family later became mentally unstable, so I stopped her. But later news reported that other confinement nanny's family immigrated abroad with the head of the household, and their family members were even arranged to work in the employer's company, achieving a real class rise. My sister-in-law hated me for ruining her future. She and my brother got me drunk and pushed me into the lake. But she didn't know that the nanny's family was soon tortured to death by the head of the household. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when my sister-in-law was tortured by her employer until she cried.

On the day after my sophomore year, my roommate returned to the dormitory with a five-month pregnancy and asked us to take more care of her. I sympathized with her hard pregnancy and cared for her, trying not to let her do housework. But later, she fell and had a miscarriage due to a slippery floor, claiming that I was the one who caused her to fall by mopping the floor. After asking for compensation from me to no avail, he led netizens to criticize me, and the school expelled me. I died under the knife of her mentally retarded husband. But she stepped on my bones and reached the pinnacle of life. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when my roommate came back to school with a pregnant belly.

After my roommate contracted a heart disease and had no money for treatment, he jumped off the building. Before she died, she left a letter, accusing her of getting sick because she wore the underwear I borrowed from her. I was isolated by other roommates, so I suffered from online violence. After severe depression, I fell into a trance and died under the wine bottle of some extreme people. When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when my roommate asked me to borrow my underwear.