My dear mother

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The bedroom was eerily quiet, save for the ticking of the second hand. I sat motionless on the bed, my thoughts churning like a pot of boiling porridge! Xiao Jing… Xiao Jing really was my mother? She and my father accidentally killed 'me' from my past life, and then this wronged soul was reincarnated as her biological son? This was unbelievable! Could fate really be this cruel? I shook my head in disbelief, shouting to myself, 'No… this is just a dream! Anyone who takes a fleeting dream seriously is the biggest fool in the world! The reason you had this strange dream is ultimately because… because you want your mother so much…' Yes, that must be it! I've often heard that dreams are connected to the subconscious, reflecting a person's most hidden and fervent desires. Perhaps the cause of this strange dream was that secret hidden deep within, unknown to anyone—incest!
This secret has plagued me for years! Only I know how madly infatuated I am with my mother! Almost every day I yearn for a close encounter with her. This nauseating thought, though existing only in my fantasies, grows stronger each day, becoming the most agonizing torment to my mind and body!
My name is Xiaobing, I'm sixteen years old, and a freshman in high school. To be honest, I'm not handsome at all, not tall, and as thin as a bean sprout! Like most kids in this city, I come from a relatively comfortable family. My father is a department manager at a company; he's much more handsome than me, always with slicked-back hair, wearing designer suits and ties, exuding a refined and cultured air. But for some reason, I've disliked him since I was little, as if there's an innate resistance and rejection, a ruthless barrier between us.
As for my mother, she is thirty-seven years old and works in the cultural department of the municipal government. In my eyes, she is simply the most beautiful woman in the world. Her delicate features, elegant temperament, tasteful clothing, and the faint smile on her lips give her a gentle femininity. Add to that her tall, slender figure of 1.68 meters and her perfectly proportioned curves, and she attracts envious and admiring glances from young and old wherever she goes.
Facing such a radiant mother, I've always harbored an unspeakable possessiveness, wishing she belonged solely to me! Even a casual joke she makes with someone else can ignite my jealousy and resentment! I can't stand her affectionate attitude towards my father; the thought of her lying in his arms every night fills me with a burning, painful anger!
When did this almost perverse feeling begin? I've forgotten the exact time, only remembering that from a very young age, I was filled with attachment to my mother, following her around like a tail all day, chattering incessantly. My mother also adored this innocent and adorable little devil, and we always had endless topics to discuss. In my young heart, my mother was the closest person to me in the world. I can't imagine what my life would be like without her! When I
was eleven, I began to vaguely realize that women's and men's bodies are completely different! The most obvious difference was that my father and I had flat chests, but my mother had two prominent muscles on her breasts. My classmates told me that those things were called "breasts," and that when you squeezed them, milk would flow from the tops!
Every child grows up drinking their mother's milk, without exception! These words stunned me! In my memory, I had never seen my mother's breasts exposed, let alone squeezed her breasts to suckle! I had always drunk milk, which my father made from formula. Why wouldn't my mother breastfeed me herself? Was it because I didn't please her? I was filled with doubt, but I was too embarrassed to ask her. Children can't hide their feelings. A few days later ,
when Mom picked me up from school, she was all smiles, seemingly in a good mood. I mustered my courage and tentatively asked, "Mom, when I was little, did I...drink your milk?" Mom stopped and asked in surprise, "Little one, how did you even think of that? You're such a little devil!"
"You have to tell me!" I shook Mom's arm and said seriously, "I've wanted to ask this question for a long time, it's very important to me!"
Mom looked at my serious expression and couldn't help but giggle, teasingly saying, "Such an important question, I really have to answer it properly! My dear son, listen carefully, the answer is—no!
" I was extremely disappointed, and I pouted and said sullenly, "Why have all the other children had their mothers' milk, but I haven't? Don't you love me?"
"Silly child! What mother doesn't love her son?" My mother bent down and kissed my forehead, and said softly, "You were only three days old when I had to go to work in another city. I really couldn't take care of you, so I had to send you to live with your grandfather! Who knew that this would last for four whole years! By the time my father and I settled down and took you back, you had already grown up and been weaned...
" When Mom said this, her eyes were bright, her expression filled with guilt and affection. But I still felt uneasy, as if a knot was stuck in my heart! No wonder…no wonder I'm so thin and short, shorter than other children my age, it's because I never had breast milk and was malnourished… That
evening, after Mom finished her chores, she was about to take a shower. She had just taken off her outer clothes when I rushed in without a word, staring intently at her. Since she was only wearing her underwear, Mom looked even more sexy and alluring. Her full breasts, though tightly wrapped in a bra, couldn't hide their beautiful curves and contours!
"Little brat, what are you doing in here?" Mom was startled, instinctively grabbing her clothes to cover her chest, and scolded, "Get out, Mom's going to take a shower!" "No, no
!" I twisted my body and pleaded, "I want to bathe with you! Mom, I've never had your milk, can't I at least see it..."
Mom was taken aback, then laughed and scolded, "Little guy, I knew you had ulterior motives! You're all grown up, how can you still bathe with your mother? Listen to me, get out of here!"
Helpless, I had no choice but to leave dejectedly! The bathroom door immediately closed, and for the first time ever, it was locked! Mom's voice came from the crack in the door, half-jokingly, half-seriously, "Good son, you mustn't peek! Otherwise, Mom will be very, very angry!
" "No, I won't!" I replied sheepishly, pulling up a chair to sit by the door. Listening to the rushing water from the bathroom, and imagining my mother's full, round breasts, my curiosity grew even stronger. What were those two round, soft mounds like? Why was my mother so stingy, not even letting me catch a glimpse?
I was restless, desperately wanting to peek through the crack in the door at my mother's naked body! But under her usual maternal authority, I couldn't muster the courage, and could only stare blankly at the doorway...
From then on, "Mom's breast" became a source of deep anxiety for me. I was like a man possessed, my little head constantly filled with fantasies and longings about this unattainable forbidden zone. I lost my appetite, became distracted, and my
grades plummeted, eventually dropping to 44th in the class by the midterm exam! Shocked, my parents immediately intensified their supervision of my studies, taking turns helping me review my notes and
complete my homework every night. My father even visited my teachers at school, hoping to improve my grades as quickly as possible. However, despite their best efforts, the results were minimal, barely improving my pitiful scores!
My mother became anxious and had several heart-to-heart talks with me. With a woman's keen observation, she vaguely sensed that I had something on my mind, which was affecting my studies. One day, she gently asked me if I was hiding something, and if I could share my confusion and troubles with her like a good friend. Under my mother's loving and gentle gaze, I was somewhat moved and stammered that I had a wish, but even if I told her, it wouldn't help because she would definitely be unhappy if she heard it! "How could that be?" Mom chuckled
, gently stroking my hair reassuringly. "Xiaobing, you're the apple of my eye. I'll do my best to fulfill any wish you have! Of course, if it's too difficult, it's just that I can't do it. How could I not be happy?"
It seemed Mom had no recollection of what happened in the bathroom. She probably never imagined that her own son was so fixated on her breasts! I sighed inwardly and said defiantly, "Fine, I'd better not tell you! Even if Mom knew my wish, she'd just make an excuse that it's impossible!"
Mom was incredibly perceptive and naturally sensed the displeasure in my tone. She frowned her beautiful brows and pondered for a moment, then a sly smile appeared on her face. She said provocatively, "Xiaobing, do you dare make a bet with Mom?
" "If you can get into the top ten in your class on the final exam, then Mom promises you, whatever your wish is, Mom will do everything in her power to fulfill it! What do you say?"
I jumped up and exclaimed in surprise, "Really? Mom, you...you won't lie to me, will you?" "Of
course it's true!" Mom said seriously, "If you don't believe me, we can pinky swear!" I quickly stretched out my little finger and solemnly pinky swore with Mom, feeling incredibly happy! With this bet binding us, Mom wouldn't be able to go back on her word, and even if she didn't want to, she would have no choice but to comply...
Hehe, I was overjoyed, and amidst my wonderful anticipation of the future, I skipped and hopped back to my room to review my lessons. From that day on, I had a clear goal for my studies. To achieve good grades, I made studying my top priority. I stopped daydreaming in class, never missed assignments, and actively sought help from teachers after class. I poured all my energy into my books, working tirelessly and persevering.
Elementary school homework wasn't difficult to begin with, and my intelligence wasn't low, so my "hard work" definitely paid off! After two months, my grades improved dramatically, and I jumped to third place in the final exam—a score that even I found unbelievable!
When I received my report card, I was so excited I almost fainted. Finally, school was over, and I rushed home as fast as I could. As soon as I walked in, I shouted, "Mom, my final grades are out!"
Mom was watching TV in the living room. Hearing me, she turned around and asked with a smile, "Xiaobing, how did you do?"
"See for yourself!" I shoved the report card into her hand, glancing at her smugly. Today, Mom looked more beautiful than a movie star to me. Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and a set of casual loungewear hugged her slender and alluring figure. Her full breasts stretched the clothes high, attracting my attention more than ever. "What? Third place
?" Mom was overjoyed, her face immediately blossoming into a smile. "Good son, you did even better than I expected! Hehe, what a good boy you are! Amazing, truly amazing..."
Hearing the praise, I felt the time was ripe, so I coughed and said confidently, "Mom, I made it into the top ten, now you should keep your promise!" Mom chuckled, playfully scolding, "When have I ever broken my promise?
Tell me quickly, my little darling! What is your wish?" My heart pounded, and I swallowed hard, saying, "I...I want to drink milk!"
"Want some milk? That's easy! I thought it was some kind of wishful thinking!" Mom clearly didn't understand me. She sighed and smiled, saying, "I'll call right now and have someone bring some fresh milk from the countryside. You can have as much as you want..."
"I don't want any fresh milk!" I interrupted her, saying each word clearly, "Mom, I want your milk!"
Mom froze, and after a few seconds, she came to her senses, saying helplessly, "Xiaobing, Mom doesn't have any milk anymore. How can I feed you?"
"It doesn't matter if there's no milk, I just want to see it with my own eyes and touch it with my own hands!" I stared greedily at my mother's breasts and said with a grin, "Mom's breasts are so big and beautiful, I love them the most..." My mother's face turned a little red, she spat and said irritably, "You little pervert, your head is full of dirty thoughts!
What kind of son wants to look at his mother's breasts? Isn't this ridiculous?" I was extremely disappointed, tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn't help but cry out, "Mom, you promised me... you didn't keep your word!
" "Mom doesn't want to break her promise, but Xiaobing , you should be
reasonable!" My mother bit her lip and said with distress, "This is too embarrassing, how can Mom take off her clothes in front of you? Xiaobing, you... you should change your request..." Before she
could finish speaking, I burst into tears, rolling on the floor, sobbing and shouting angrily, "No! I want to see Mommy's breasts, I want to... Waaah... Mommy lied to me, she promised and then tried to break it! I... I was tricked... Waaah..."
My mother was stunned and hurriedly tried to comfort me in a soft, gentle voice. I completely ignored her; no matter how she coaxed, pleaded, or even used both soft and hard tactics, I wouldn't budge. My sobs grew louder, and I stammered, "I was so stupid, I thought Mom loved me… Now I know I was wrong… Waaah… I… I'll never believe you again…"
My mother trembled, her face showing extreme inner conflict. It was clear she was struggling with a fierce internal struggle. On one hand, she didn't want to lose me, her son, and destroy the close trust between us. On the other hand, she was unwilling to give up her dignity as a mother and shamefully expose her chest... After a long while, Mom seemed to have made up her mind. She lightly chewed her lower lip, her face flushed, and said, "Okay, Mom will let you... let you see as much as you want! But you have to promise Mom that you can only look with your eyes, and you're not allowed to touch with your hands!"
My stubborn temper flared up, and I said, not giving an inch, "I want to see, and I want to touch! Not only touch, but
I also want to taste it with my mouth!" Mom gave a helpless bitter smile, hesitated slightly, crossed her hands and held the hem of her shirt, slowly pulling it off over her head. I excitedly jumped up, staring intently at her bare waist. Because of the hot weather, Mom was only wearing a thin, translucent undergarment. Under the semi-transparent fabric, her exquisite and curvaceous figure was faintly visible, her mature figure both voluptuous and slender. Her rounded shoulders and fair arms were as delicate as porcelain, even her armpits exuded a unique feminine beauty.
"Mom, you're so beautiful..." I exclaimed sincerely, urging impatiently, "Keep taking it off! Hurry up, Mom, keep taking it off..."
Mom blushed and glared at me, then stood up from the sofa and, with extremely elegant movements, removed her bra.
I held my breath, my eyes shining brightly, my heart pounding with excitement. Standing before me, Mom's upper body was almost naked, her curves exquisitely defined, her snow-white skin crystal clear, smooth without a single blemish. The only thing obscuring my view was the bra tightly clad around her body! Two full breasts were firmly bound inside, completely hidden, but the alluring cleavage between them appeared even deeper!
"Little soldier, that's enough! Can we stop here?" My mother, flustered by my intense gaze, blushed as if she'd applied rouge! She fidgeted uncomfortably, unsure what to do with her hands and feet, and lowered her head shyly, pleadingly saying, "My dear son, don't tease Mom anymore… Look… Mom's sweating from nervousness…
" I looked closer, and lo and behold, it was true! Tiny beads of sweat covered my mother's delicate nose, her gaze deliberately avoiding mine, and her lips parted slightly as she spoke, seemingly breathing softly. I suddenly realized I loved seeing this vulnerable side of my mother; her submissive demeanor greatly satisfied my ego. Feeling a little smug, I snapped, "Stop nagging! Take off your bra! Mom said she'd be completely naked in front of me, no backing out!" My mother was both amused and exasperated, muttering under her breath, "You little rascal!" After a moment's hesitation, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. In that instant, my eyes widened, my mouth went dry, and my breathing became rapid
… Just as the bra was about to leave my mother's body, she suddenly shuddered, a look of utter surprise on her face. Startled, I followed her gaze and saw that my penis had somehow become erect, creating a rather sizable tent in my pants! "Ah
…" I stammered, not knowing what was happening. Embarrassed, I instinctively covered my private parts, chuckling awkwardly, "I just… I get like this when I'm happy… haha… I'm used to it…" My mother seemed not to hear me, her gaze fixed on my genitals, a thoughtful look in her clear eyes. After a moment, she silently fastened the bra again, then quickly put on her clothes.
"Mom, what are you doing? Our bet isn't over yet!" I shouted anxiously, completely bewildered. I couldn't understand why the situation had changed, and in such a terrible way!
"I've changed my mind!" My mother's words made my heart sink. I looked up at her
; her face was calm, her expression regaining its motherly authority. She said lightly, "Xiaobing, you've grown up, more developed than I imagined...mature (she blushed slightly, pausing for several seconds before using the word)...Since you're a big kid now, you should know that some jokes are unacceptable, and you shouldn't even think about them..." (
Part Two)
"I'm not joking!" I cried, my face contorted with rage. "Mom promised me that if I get good grades, she'll grant me whatever my wish is..." "
If it's a legitimate wish, of course Mom won't go back on her word!" Mom interrupted me abruptly, her voice gentle yet firm. "But indulging you in this area will only lead you down a dangerous path! Good child, listen to Mom, don't be foolish..."
I felt incredibly wronged. All my hard work over the past few months had been dismissed with just a few casual words from Mom. A surge of inexplicable resentment welled up inside me, clouding my judgment! I jumped up, shouting angrily, "I won't listen! I won't listen! You're just making excuses... you're just trying to renege on your promise..." As I yelled, I grabbed a vase and smashed it to the ground, shattering it into pieces!
"Xiaobing, you've gone too far!" Mom's face turned pale with anger, her eyes filled with boundless fury. She raised her hand and slapped me hard across the face!
I was so dizzy from the blow that I almost fell over! My cheek burned with pain, but my heart ached even more! Mom had rarely hit me before, and she had never been this angry! I was terrified. My arrogance vanished instantly, and tears streamed down my face. I said in a trembling voice, "Mom, I was wrong! I shouldn't have lost my temper with you... I was wrong..." Mom's anger hadn't subsided. Her face was frosty as she said, "Tell me yourself, according to the rules of our family, how should we be punished for making a mistake?" My heart trembled, and
I stammered, "Spanking...spanking!"
"Fine! Then why don't you take off your pants and lie face down on the platform?" Mom said coldly. I wiped away my tears and silently loosened my pants! To my great shame, even now, my little penis was still erect, like an anti-aircraft gun aimed at the sky.
"Lie down!" Mom seemed afraid to look at me any longer and irritably pushed me onto the platform. I lay face down with my back to the sky, terrified, but before I could beg for mercy, Mom suddenly raised her right hand and mercilessly slapped my bottom!
"Waaah!" I screamed in agony, kicking and thrashing about. But my mother showed no mercy, her hand striking like the wind, five or six times before she stopped. My voice was hoarse from crying, and at her command, I trembled as I pulled up my pants, then scrambled back to my room like a defeated dog to "reflect on my actions!" At dinner
, Mom seemed to have calmed down a bit and spoke earnestly, explaining many things. She gently told me that my behavior that afternoon was wrong! A good child should respect their mother, treat her as a friend, but not completely disregard the rules! It's normal to be attracted to Mom's breasts, but making such a request is wrong, like a little hooligan… I nodded hurriedly, agreeing meekly, but my heart was filled with mixed emotions! I finally realized that, to me, Mom's breasts were perhaps like Mount Everest—mysterious, distant, and forever unattainable! She would never allow me to cross that line, nor would she approve of any attempt to explore or climb them!
That night, I unusually suffered from insomnia, unable to sleep at all. All I could see was Mom's snow-white body, only her bra visible. Around midnight, I felt thirsty, so I quietly got out of bed, intending to go to the kitchen to get a glass of hot water.
As I passed my parents' bedroom, I suddenly noticed the door was slightly ajar, and I could faintly hear voices coming from inside. A thought struck me, and I quickly and stealthily peered inside. I
saw my mother sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a loose nightgown, her face filled with worry. She said, "...Xiaobing, I'm really worried about him! Honey, do you think he's developing too fast?" My father stretched and said dismissively, "Kids these days are all like that, what's the big deal?"
My mother hesitated, then said somewhat awkwardly, "But he...he even wanted to see my chest today, and said he wanted to nurse..."
"Oh, boys are always a little curious about their mother's body!" my father said thoughtfully.
"When he gets a few more years older, he'll only be interested in girls his own age! It's alright..."
Mom frowned, seemingly wanting to say something more, but Dad suddenly chuckled, pressed himself against Mom's back, and slipped his hands inside her pajamas, brazenly kneading her full breasts, teasingly saying, "Wife, you're getting sexier and sexier! Look how bouncy they are! No wonder even my son has designs on you..." Mom's cheeks flushed, she gave Dad a seductive glare, and panted, "You men, none of you are any good!
" "It's your own fault, who told you to have two such big breasts?" Dad chuckled smugly, his hand rising from under her pajamas, presumably directly grasping Mom's ample breasts. My head spun, I could hardly believe my eyes! What? Dad would do something so "indecent"? What surprised me even more was that Mom didn't stop him, instead letting out incredibly beautiful moans, her body limp in Dad's arms, her face flushed, her eyes filled with tenderness and adoration. I was both heartbroken and angry, and couldn't help but shed tears! Mom was fooling me! If breasts are sacred and inviolable, why would she let Dad touch them so casually? We're family, why is she so unfair to me
? It seems Mom doesn't love me as much as she says... at least, she loves Dad more... I stood there, dejected, as if I had lost something most precious, my heart aching with pain! Then, something new happened in the room. Dad picked up Mom's beautiful body, placed her on his lap with her back to me, and buried his face in her chest, rubbing against her. Mom gasped softly, murmuring, "Oh... don't lick... don't lick there... oh..."
Dad ignored her protests, and after a few lewd acts, he forcefully pushed her down onto the bed amidst her weak resistance. A blanket covered their bodies, and then Mom's nightgown was thrown out from underneath... I couldn't bear to watch any longer (
in fact, there wasn't much left to see), and
I stormed back to my bedroom, filled with rage. Jealousy washed over me like a tidal wave, engulfing every cell in my body! Suddenly, an evil desire surfaced in my mind, quickly taking over my once pure heart! -- One day, I will be like Dad, wantonly playing with Mom's naked body, completely conquering her in bed!
I don't know why I thought of the word "conquer," nor do I know how to do it! I just instinctively felt that Dad must have some way of "controlling" Mom, which was why she was so docile and submissive...
I drifted off to sleep amidst these wild thoughts! That night, I experienced my first wet dream
... Time passed day by day, and four years went by in the blink of an eye. I gradually grew up, my voice deepened, a beard sprouted on my chin, and an Adam's apple appeared on my neck. Like other children my age, I voraciously supplemented my "sex knowledge" by reading pornographic books and visiting pornographic websites. Now, I fully understand the differences between male and female anatomy, and I also know that that night, Dad didn't just touch Mom's breasts; he actually had sex with her! Thinking about this
fills me with an indescribable feeling. Over the years, I've carefully concealed my true feelings, especially in front of my mother, never showing any disrespect. That unpleasant incident from years ago seems to have vanished like smoke, leaving no trace in the family. In my mother's heart, she has likely forgotten it completely. Even if she occasionally thinks of it, she'll just laugh it off as childish mischief. Her attitude towards me remains the same as when we were children—joking and intimate.
But she could never have imagined that after so much time, my curiosity and desire for her body haven't diminished; on the contrary, they've only intensified! No matter how many pictures of naked beauties I've seen, nothing can diminish my desire for my mother's naked body… Perhaps
it's because Mom is just too alluring! At thirty-seven, her figure is still perfectly maintained, and her beauty surpasses even her youthful days. She still exudes a noble and elegant air, every smile and gesture captivating, the only difference being that she has begun to naturally reveal the charm of a mature woman.
Every time I'm alone with Mom, my penis involuntarily stirs. No matter how thick her clothes are, the moment I close my eyes, I picture her naked body, stripped of her clothes! These shameless fantasies fill me with guilt, yet they are also incredibly stimulating
… I admit, my feelings for my mother have completely changed. If I was merely a child with a severe "Oedipus complex" before, now I've become a complete "incest enthusiast"! My only desire now is no longer as simple as touching her breasts; it's to actually have sex with my mother and leave my hot, thick semen inside her!
If Mom knew that her son was secretly plotting against her, imagining himself possessing her mature and alluring body time and again, and engaging in sexual intercourse with her in the most obscene positions, what would she think? Would
she, like in many erotic novels, blush, her heart pound, yet irresistibly captivated, ultimately succumbing to lust and offering herself willingly? I think the answer is no! The unyielding and unapproachable look on Mom's face from those days remains vividly in my memory. I absolutely refuse to believe that simply showing off my strong penis would make her obediently kneel down, crawl between my legs, and diligently and obsequiously suck my glans…
Dawn broke, and the sunlight on my face pulled me back to reality from my long reverie. The same troubling question still confronts me: was the dream I had last night a real event? If so, wouldn't that be too cruel and absurd? If not, why are every scene in my dream so vivid?
In other words, I need to figure out if it's because of my illicit thoughts about my mother that I imagine her as "Xiao Jing," or if Xiao Jing really is her younger self? I was filled with doubts… (Part Three)
After
arriving at school, I was restless all day and couldn't concentrate in class. If I couldn't solve the mystery of my "strange dream," I felt I would never be satisfied. So
, how should I begin to solve it? Asking my mother directly might give me the answer, but that would undoubtedly be the dumbest choice! I didn't want to cast any shadow on our currently harmonious and affectionate mother-son relationship! What should I do
? I pondered this in class, and suddenly remembered that in the dream, the girl "Xiao Jing" always called me "Brother Zhi Bin"! Hmm, it seems the most effective way is to investigate whether there was a person named "Zhi Bin" many years ago—at least sixteen years ago—and check if my mother knew him! If
"Zhibin" is purely fictitious, then I won't waste my time and can just treat that strange dream as an absurd figment of my imagination! Otherwise, it means the situation is far from simple, and the terrifying scene in the dream might actually be real!
Based on the dialogue in the dream, we can deduce the following facts: Zhibin is probably a worker with a low level of education. He paid Xiaojing's tuition and repaid a huge debt on the condition that she repay him with her body. However, Xiaojing found a boyfriend during university and even secretly pledged her life to him. In the end, she accidentally killed the scheming Zhibin! That's all the information we have, a pitifully small amount. I smiled bitterly and could only shift my research focus to my mother. I remember my mother telling me in casual conversation that her family was very poor when she was a child, and my maternal grandparents were frail and sickly. It was only through the donations of neighbors and kind-hearted people that she was able to go to university. On campus, my mother met my father, who came from a relatively wealthy family, and he won her heart. After graduation, at the young age of twenty-one, my mother naturally married my father, and the following year she gave birth to me. Then, after several years of hard work, the three of us finally settled down in this coastal metropolis and lived an enviable life of happiness!
Hey, what a romantic love story! Cinderella, after experiencing hardship, finally met her Prince Charming! But in this story, is everything really so perfect, without any unspeakable bloodshed? Beneath the surface of calm, are there any suspicious clues waiting for me to discover? Suddenly
, a brilliant idea flashed into my mind: why not secretly search my mother's bedroom? Maybe I'll find something unexpected! Women, more or less, all have some little secrets. Once you find them, they may very well be a useful clue!

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