A lot of people don't understand it, I'll write down my understanding, I'll write it according to the antecedents and results, and I should understand. Monica and Sophie both live in France. They are very good friends. Sophie has a younger brother. Monica has liked him since she was a child. She always thinks that when she grows up, she can be her own husband. Stupid longing. One day Monica's family planned to take Sophie and her siblings on an outing, because Sophie's parents had to take care of the restaurant and didn't have time to be with them. An accident happened on the way out. Monica was holding Sophie's younger brother who was sleeping. They survived, but Sophie and Monica's parents left them. The orphaned Monica was adopted by an Italian woman and went to Italy. Because the blow was too great, I didn't want to recall the tragedy at that time, but only wanted to remember the good memories, so I created a safe and beautiful world for myself in a new environment. Sophie would be fine if she didn't exist, so she became Sophie (Jenny), the blonde woman, and herself, the black-haired Monica, disappeared, her husband in his eyes Li became her beloved little boy when she was a child, they had a son and a daughter, and they were very happy, and the key to the establishment of all this was Monica's career as a writer. Until one day, the failure at work made Monica almost collapse. Under the pressure, she saw her childhood self, indicating that her self-constructed spiritual world began to collapse, and she began to slowly change back to her original appearance. . All these changes caught her off guard. Monica, who had completely disappeared, couldn't even recognize her childhood self. She said to the window that someone jumped off the building, indicating that someone died, but Monica subconsciously Wishful thinking that the one who died was himself. She began to track down the truth. She had been playing this game for too long. A game is a game, and there is always an end. She went to her mother for help. Since she believed that she was Sophie, in her eyes, her mother was the woman with blonde hair. When they returned to her mother's house, Sophie had no intention of looking up the photo of her birth mother and Sophie's mother and daughter. , the adoptive mother also changed back to her original appearance. The woman with silver hair and black eyes was getting closer and closer to the truth, but the adoptive mother did not want her to experience the pain of the past again, and did not want to tell her the truth. Prevarication perfunctory. Monica ignored her adoptive mother's obstruction and insisted on going to France to find the truth. Her husband didn't know what happened to his wife and hoped to help her, but she fled with a face of strangers, because at this time her husband It also changed back to its original appearance. Monica finally went to the restaurant that her adoptive mother accidentally mentioned. She saw the woman she thought was her mother, and the man she thought was her husband. She was so excited that she called "mom". She exited, but the woman had an unfamiliar look on her face, and began to be a little angry. She saw that this girl was the Monica of the year, and she did not want to recall the pain of losing her daughter and left in a hurry. The younger brother who happened to fall asleep at the time was still young, and his memory has long been blurred, but he has a vague feeling of familiarity with Monica. I don't know what happened to her, and I hope I can help her. So I went to the hotel to find Monica. Monica still regarded him as her husband. The two even had sex. After a while, Monica realized that this posture and habit were not her husband at all, so he thought The blond mother is her breakthrough. She must be hiding a secret, so she sneaks into the blond woman's home, where everything is both unfamiliar and familiar. Sitting in front of the mirror, she slowly changes back to her childhood self, and she finally remembers her childhood. A car accident, and the blond mother came in and touched her head and smiled at her, and the blond mother was finally willing to face the pain of her loss. Although Monica remembered the accident, she still thought she was Sophie, and thought that everyone else had made a mistake, why her mother and others called herself Rosa Maria, she ran away in fear. She returned to the hotel and dreamed of her biological mother, but she didn't think it was her mother, and was still very resistant, unwilling to accept the fact that she was Rosa. The next day, when she walked out of the hotel and saw her adoptive mother who came to pick her up, she was so confused that she didn't even want to talk to her adoptive mother. On the return train, she changed back to Sophie's clothes and changed back to Sophie. When she got home and opened the door, the children and her husband hugged Rosa in front of her, and no one could see her, only Rosa quietly smiled and looked at Sophie. Since it's so painful to let go, let's accompany each other just like when we were young, so is it still important whether I am you or you are me? Maria, she ran away in fear. She returned to the hotel and dreamed of her biological mother, but she didn't think it was her mother, and was still very resistant, unwilling to accept the fact that she was Rosa. The next day, when she walked out of the hotel and saw her adoptive mother who came to pick her up, she was so confused that she didn't even want to talk to her adoptive mother. On the return train, she changed back to Sophie's clothes and changed back to Sophie. When she got home and opened the door, the children and her husband hugged Rosa in front of her, and no one could see her, only Rosa quietly smiled and looked at Sophie. Since it's so painful to let go, let's accompany each other just like when we were young, so is it still important whether I am you or you are me? Maria, she ran away in fear. She returned to the hotel and dreamed of her biological mother, but she didn't think it was her mother, and was still very resistant, unwilling to accept the fact that she was Rosa. The next day, when she walked out of the hotel and saw her adoptive mother who came to pick her up, she was so confused that she didn't even want to talk to her adoptive mother. On the return train, she changed back to Sophie's clothes and changed back to Sophie. When she got home and opened the door, the children and her husband hugged Rosa in front of her, and no one could see her, only Rosa quietly smiled and looked at Sophie. Since it's so painful to let go, let's accompany each other just like when we were young, so is it still important whether I am you or you are me? Maria, she ran away in fear. She returned to the hotel and dreamed of her biological mother, but she didn't think it was her mother, and was still very resistant, unwilling to accept the fact that she was Rosa. The next day, when she walked out of the hotel and saw her adoptive mother who came to pick her up, she was so confused that she didn't even want to talk to her adoptive mother. On the return train, she changed back to Sophie's clothes and changed back to Sophie. When she got home and opened the door, the children and her husband hugged Rosa in front of her, and no one could see her, only Rosa quietly smiled and looked at Sophie. Since it's so painful to let go, let's accompany each other just like when we were young, so is it still important whether I am you or you are me? Maria, she ran away in fear. She returned to the hotel and dreamed of her biological mother, but she didn't think it was her mother, and was still very resistant, unwilling to accept the fact that she was Rosa. The next day, when she walked out of the hotel and saw her adoptive mother who came to pick her up, she was so confused that she didn't even want to talk to her adoptive mother. On the return train, she changed back to Sophie's clothes and changed back to Sophie. When she got home and opened the door, the children and her husband hugged Rosa in front of her, and no one could see her, only Rosa quietly smiled and looked at Sophie. Since it's so painful to let go, let's accompany each other just like when we were young, so is it still important whether I am you or you are me?
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