My brother and father gave me a puppy when I was young, and I named it Ping An. Later, when I was 18 years old, I got cancer and they sent me to the hospital. When the doctor wasn't paying attention, I sneaked back home and found that they had adopted a girl who looked very much like me. I couldn't accept this fact, and my condition became more serious. My puppy Ping An also contracted canine distemper because no one took care of him. In the end, Ping An died in front of me. When I went home to collect his belongings, I discovered that I was never my father's biological daughter from beginning to end. I buried my peace under a peach tree, and I left quietly on that moonlit night.
