Who are you? You were supposed to love me, weren't you? India asked like a sleepwalker, who is "I", she was taken a picture from a corner that she couldn't see in the mirror, and when she saw it, she knew, oh so this is me. India's mother said that raising children is to let her do what she can't do, and let her not take any wrong path, but she gritted her teeth in disgust, and said to her child, "I can't wait to see you. Your life is falling apart.” She was struggling to be close to her estranged daughter, who she asked her, who are you? You are supposed to love me, aren't you? From the first time a child opens his eyes to see the world, to when he grows up slowly, who is this person, is my child becoming more and more mature, or is another violent soul quietly becoming my child? The girl shoots at the devil like a heroine, and then she wears high heels, a murderer's belt, drives a flamboyant sports car, and turns into another devil.
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