Chapter 1 "On March 3, I will light a fire on Mao Yi Jian and draw out the smoke." Lin Nianyin was awakened by a burst of chirping children's voices, and it was a bit cloudy and foggy for a while. She thought about her daughter again last night and didn't know when she fell asleep. How could she still dream about hearing the hometown dialect she hadn't heard in many years? Even if she thinks about it daily and dreams about it at night, she should be allowed to dream about her daughter. These local accents would only remind her of the days when she was dragged and sucked by Dong Cuiping's family, unable to escape, and suddenly felt a sense of nausea in her heart that had finally calmed down. Lin Nianyin didn't want to be haunted by these disgusting things in her dream, so she forced herself to open her eyes. The object is a pair of hands. The young hand, not very fair but delicate, seemed to be patting her body, but when she saw her e...
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