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Sang pressed his face against mine: Does it still hurt? Now, I am very Chinese! You see, there is no beard left. I sat on the edge of the kid's bed. He kissed me, his kiss was no longer so powerful, his beard was no longer prickly, his kiss was so peaceful and sweet, even every pore in my body was trembling. Only those who have been mothers can experience that kind of trembling. That is the moment when another life slips out of your body, that proud trembling, that tearing and shouting! His head rests gently between my legs. He lives in my legs like a baby. He is like another life to me.