"I said... Get out of here! Don't let me see you! You are a liar like your mother, you will leave me, you will not want me! Liar! Liar! Get out of here! " Grab the pillow on the bed and throw it directly towards Beiyichen.

Mother's story has always been dust-laden in her heart. It's something she's been reluctant to recall and recall all her life, but... Why are memories sweeping like floods and brains full of stories about children entering orphanages like movies?

Why? Let her think about life like hell!

Beiyichen did not hide from the flying pillow. She stretched out her hand, patted the pillow, strode...