The Days of Being Abducted

(I) I came from the countryside and spent four years studying diligently in the ivory tower.

I know I might be good-looking: 1.65 meters tall, with naturally curly, slightly brown hair, fair skin, and slightly sunken eyes with willow-like, soft eyelids. Several boys in my class seemed to be powerless against me.

However, my goal wasn't that; beauty was insignificant to me. My biggest thought was to use my knowledge and hard work to get a good job after graduation, so that my parents and younger brother in the countryside could live a decent life.

22 years ago, my mother gave birth to me prematurely and named me "Yin Xiamo": born in summer, almost gone like a bubble.

Later, I often thought, how much better it would have been if I hadn't been born then; at least I could have escaped the calamity that fate had created for me 22 years later.

(II) I graduated and needed to find a job. I went to the job market, and it seemed that many companies were interested in me, but upon closer inspection, the positions were nothing more than hostesses in restaurants. I don't care about that kind of job. What I want is an opportunity that can provide me and my family with continuous security. Since I don't value my looks, relying on my youth is definitely not my best choice.

While waiting for responses from several companies, I planned to go back to my hometown to see my parents. On the bus, a middle-aged man with glasses, a robust build, and a kind face sat next to me. When I struggled to carry my luggage to his side, he politely stood up and helped me put my luggage inside. After sitting down, he generously handed me a wet wipe. After I wiped my hands, he asked if I was studying or working. I said I had just graduated from university and was looking for a job. He then asked what I studied in university, and I said Russian. He was surprised and then enthusiastically chatted with me about doing trade in Russia, even speaking a few sentences in Russian. We had a very pleasant conversation. When the bus arrived in Suining, he handed me a business card, saying he worked in the human resources department of a company trading with Russia and was recruiting someone fluent in Russian. He thought I was a good fit and hoped I would contact him. His surname was Wang, so I called him Brother Wang. We agreed to return together three days later, and he would take me to visit his company.

(III) When I got home, my parents asked about my job situation. I briefly mentioned that I might go to Northeast China, perhaps to work for a trading company dealing with Russia. My parents were very happy to hear this. That night, my mother had a lot of private conversations with me. I secretly vowed that if I could stay at that company, I would work hard, starting as a contract worker, and then, in three to five years, start my own business and earn more money. Three days later, Brother Wang took me with him as promised, and we headed to Northeast China to inspect the trading company. After traveling for several days, I started to experience acclimatization issues and developed a fever. Brother Wang treated me with great care and respect throughout the journey, and I couldn't help but feel grateful to have met such a good person. I was in a daze, and I don't know how many times I changed trains.

Trusting Brother Wang's guidance, I watched the scenery outside grow increasingly unfamiliar, and the road became more and more remote. I grew a little confused and couldn't help but ask Brother Wang, who kindly replied, "We're almost there, almost there. Everyone from the company is at the station, we're here." Finally, we got off the bus, where a tall, robust, and handsome middle-aged man met us and arranged a hotel. Brother Wang gave me a fever reducer, and I drifted off to sleep.

(IV) When I woke up, I found myself lying on an unfamiliar earthen bed. Beside me sat a middle-aged woman with a long, narrow face. Seeing me awake, she hurriedly called out, "Dad, she's awake! Quickly call Gouwa over to check on her!" The first person to enter was the same handsome middle-aged man who had met me at the station. Following him was a short man, about half his height, with a wrinkled, dark red face, huddled together. The long-faced woman excitedly shoved the short man, "Go see your wife!" I stared at this scene in astonishment, wondering if it was just my imagination due to my lingering fever. A short man with a limp walked over, sat on the kang (a heated brick bed), looked at me shyly, and turned to the woman with the long face, saying, "Mother, is this my wife? She's so beautiful!" Even if I were naive and foolish, at that moment I understood: I had been sold!

(V) I had been sitting on the kang numbly for two days, neither eating nor drinking. Gouwa had come to look at me many times, and I had chased him away each time. Gouwa's legs were weak, and every time I chased him away, he would flee in panic like a hyena stealing food. Finally, I collapsed again. The woman with the long face brought over a bowl of thin porridge, and with tears streaming down her face, she forced me to drink it spoonful by spoonful. Her tears made me even more resentful. In the woman's sobs, I understood: Gouwa was born disabled, unable to marry, and his only son and grandson would die out. I also understood that Brother Wang had earned the 70,000 yuan that this family had saved through frugality from me. I suddenly realized that I needed to eat, and I needed to escape. After finishing her drink, she moved the camera down, pointing her vulva at the camera. Through her see-through panties, the shape of her vulva was clearly visible—small like a bun, with thick labia. I typed to her, "Your labia are so plump." She replied with a tongue-out emoji. That's how we met. From then on, I went to her chat room every day just to see her. At night, I would go to the local escort website she169.com to watch her performance. Gradually, we started talking more and more. Sometimes we would chat on QQ at work; at home, we would experience alternative sex, just for that feeling, I liked the atmosphere there. A big bowl of porridge brought by the long-faced man gave me energy. I said to the long-faced man, "Go get me a basin of water to wash up." Watching the long-faced man run out happily, I jumped out of bed, opened the door, and rushed out like lightning. As I rushed out the door, I unexpectedly bumped into a thick wall: a middle-aged man with handsome eyebrows and sharp eyes blocked my way. He frowned at me, then without a word, twisted my hands behind my back, shoved me into the room, and locked the door with a "click."

(VI) In the middle of the night, the door lock clicked a few times. By the moonlight, I saw a short, sleazy figure slip in.

I sneered: "Looks like a dwarf, yet he dares to try and take advantage of me." I kicked Gouwa out a few times, then moved a cabinet to block the door. I was so tired, so tired, that I fell asleep. The next day, the cabinet was moved out by the long-faced man. At night, Gouwa slipped in again, this time with a rope. I punched and kicked him out again. After a while, the door opened. Gouwa's mother came in first, and she said apologetically to me, "Girl, since we bought you, you belong to my Gouwa.

Our Gouwa needs a wife, and our Shen family needs to continue its lineage. As long as you sincerely follow Gouwa, we won't mistreat you." I sat in the corner of the kang (heated brick bed), glancing at him out of the corner of my eye, and gritted my teeth as I squeezed out a sentence: "Get out."

"Dogwa's mother's face hardened, and she suddenly shouted, 'His father!' A man with striking eyebrows and a grim expression flashed in, and Dogwa's mother urgently shouted, 'Quickly, hold him down!' I immediately understood what this family wanted to do and jumped up from the kang (heated brick bed) in fright. However, Dogwa's mother pounced on me like a hungry dog, pinning me firmly to the corner of the kang. I kicked and struggled, and Dogwa's mother cried out in alarm, 'His father, Dogwa, attack him together!'" "Dogwa's father rushed up and pinned my hands behind my back. This burly man's jaw gripped the top of my head tightly, rendering my struggles futile.

(VII) Dogwa entered the scene like a hyena. Dogwa's mother sat on my stomach, her two hands, accustomed to farm work, tightly controlling my legs. I used all my strength but couldn't kick Dogwa even once. "Dogwa, take it off, take it off!" Dogwa was stunned by the scene. Suddenly, his face turned red, and he rushed up and slapped me hard across the face. Tears streamed down my face. I couldn't imagine this scene happening to me.

My hair was already a mess, and my teeth bit down hard on the fat on Dogwa's mother's back. She screamed in pain but became even more determined. Soon, my pants were pulled down, leaving me only in my white underwear. I began to wail, "Please, please let me go! I'll pay you back! I'll pay you back!" This cursed family of three showed no mercy. Gouwa pulled down his pants, revealing his underdeveloped penis, which lay limply between his legs like a burnt corncob. I bit my lip until it bled; I couldn't imagine being raped by this hyena-like dwarf. My body was stretched to its limit; I was using every ounce of my strength to preserve my virginity and purity. However, my underwear was still pulled down. I saw my long, white legs being tightly spread apart by his long face, my thighs immobile, my feet kicking weakly in the air, clinging to my last line of defense.

Gouwa was excited; his dark red, ugly face glistened with oil. He had received immense encouragement from his parents.

Gouwa lunged forward, lunging between my legs. I was desperate. I screamed for help, hoping someone outside would hear and come to my rescue. I felt Gouwa's father stiffen behind me. He used one hand to restrain my upper body and quickly covered my mouth with the other.

(VIII) I was desperate. I wanted to die. I searched my tongue, wanting to bite down. Gouwa's father noticed my attempt. He shoved his fist into my mouth. His huge fist pushed against my oral cavity, and I felt like my cheeks were going to burst. Gouwa was still thrusting into me, his soft penis colliding with my body, cold and icy, like a snake. I felt like vomiting. I used all my strength and collapsed. Gouwa was covered in sweat. He looked at his mother pleadingly, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, Gouwa's mother turned to her husband and said, "Father, come and help the child." Gouwa's father froze. The hands that were tied behind my back suddenly loosened. He stammered in refusal, "That won't do. This is something the child has to do himself." Gouwa's mother said angrily, "You show the child how it's done." Gouwa's father hesitated for a moment, then grabbed a rope and tied my upper body up. Stepping down, standing between my legs was Gouwa's father's towering figure. Gouwa's father sighed, pulled Gouwa aside, and said to me,

"Girl, my son and I can't be unfilial. Gouwa has never done this before, I'll teach him." (IX) I stared in disbelief at the scene before me. What were they trying to do? However, the struggle and the binding had exhausted all my strength. I looked at the father and son with tears streaming down my face and screamed frantically, "No, no, you can't do this!" As soon as I finished speaking, Gouwa's father pounced between my legs. He lowered his head, and under the gaze of Gouwa's mother and Gouwa, his thick lips covered my genitals.

A soft little snake slithered between my genitals, and I was filled with extreme shame. I felt the little snake powerfully licking from bottom to top, penetrating my entire labia. I heard a "tsk tsk" sucking sound as the snake's head slowly pushed deeper into my vagina. It got hotter and hotter, and the snake started moving inside, writhing and twisting. A few pubic hairs were pulled, causing a slight pain. My consciousness began to fade, and tears streamed down my face. The snake kept pushing deeper, and then, a sensitive spot above my vagina was suddenly pressed down by a tall, powerful object. Dogwa's father was stroking my clitoris with his nose. I heard Dogwa's mother's rapid breathing on top of me, and I heard Dogwa's anxious cries from the side. The snake slithered outside and began licking heavily, each lick pressing down on my clitoris. I felt a surge of heat in my lower abdomen, itchy and stinging at the same time.

I writhed restlessly, desperately trying to throw Dogwa's mother off me. Suddenly, Doggy's mother lifted my legs even higher: "Daddy, lick down there too." Doggy's mother's voice was panting, her body twisting incessantly against my abdomen. The little snake moved down, pressing against my anus. My whole body tensed, and I couldn't help but cry out, "Ah!" "Daddy

, that's enough, that's enough, let Doggy do it." The long-faced man cried out in alarm. The little snake didn't stop, continuing to move upwards, inserting itself into my vagina again. This time, the thrusting was even more violent, as if trying to burrow its entire body inside. The little snake became hot inside my vagina, so hot that I couldn't help but want to curl my legs up. I tightened my thigh muscles, clamping the head buried between my legs. I felt all the muscles in my body tense, and the inner walls of my vagina began to churn with the little snake. I felt my head throbbing, and I was about to faint. I tried to push the little snake out, so I lifted my hips and kept twisting forward, but the little snake wasn't thrown out. Instead, it cooperated with my twisting, contracting and attacking again and again. In a daze, I felt a hand pressing and kneading my most sensitive spot. In an instant, my soul seemed to fly to the heavens, and I was truly dizzy!

(X) When I woke up the next day, it was already bright. The scene of last night felt like a dream. Looking at myself, I was dressed neatly, except that I had changed my underwear into a pair of baggy floral trousers. I sat blankly in the corner of the kang, unable to tell which was the dream and which was reality. The door creaked open, and Gouwa's mother came in with a bowl of noodles. She sat on the kang and looked at me, then suddenly said, "Girl, Gouwa didn't get what he wanted last night, and you suffered." Suddenly, tears streamed down my face. I got up and knelt in front of Gouwa's mother: "Auntie, please have mercy and let me go. If you had a daughter, could you bear to let her be treated like this?" Gouwa's mother was silent for a long time, then said, "Girl, if you leave an heir for the Shen family, we will let you go, okay?" I thought of running away again.

(XI) For several days, I ate and slept obediently, sometimes even talking to Gouwa's mother. Gouwa thought I had resigned myself to my fate and gradually lowered my guard, no longer locking the door. One day, while Gouwa's mother was working in the fields, I took out my bag. My money and ID card were gone, but I found fifty yuan in a hidden compartment and ran away.

I didn't know the way, so I just ran wildly along the farm road. That day, Lady Luck seemed to smile on me. I successfully hitched a ride on a tractor and, after asking around, arrived at the town's bus station. I jumped onto the first bus, not caring where it was going, I just wanted to get out of this hellhole. As soon as the bus arrived at the station, a group of people suddenly surrounded it, and the one leading them was none other than Gouwa's mother.

(XII) I was caught and locked up again. I started a hunger strike again.

(XIII) In the evening, Gouwa's father appeared. This middle-aged man with striking eyebrows and a square face, a straight nose, and a straight back. I looked up helplessly at the man who seemed to have appeared in my dreams. Gouwa's father stood on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), watching me for a long time, then suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "Girl, it's better to live than to die. Only by living will you know there are good days ahead!" I lowered my head, tears streaming down my face. The man sighed, sat on the kang, and suddenly reached out to ruffle my hair. "What happened that night, blame me. Gouwa can't get a wife, and our family can't hold our heads high in the village. From now on, I won't do anything to make things difficult for you." I looked up through my tear-filled eyes at the middle-aged man. How could such a heroic man have a despicable son? Was the terrifying spasms that occasionally appeared in my dreams caused by this man? The man's hand froze on my head. Suddenly, he pulled me close and hugged me tightly. I was extremely weak, feeling as if my whole body was being baked in a scorching oven, and suddenly felt an indescribable warmth and comfort. My tears kept flowing, yet my body involuntarily pressed itself against that warmth. The little snake from my dream returned, licking my eyes first, then my nose, then burrowing into my ear. My whole body went limp. She moved the camera down, pointing her vulva at the camera. Through her see-through panties, I could clearly see the shape of her vulva, like a small steamed bun, with thick labia. I typed to her: "Your labia are so plump." She replied with a tongue-out emoji. That's how we met. From then on, I went to her chat room every day just to see her. At night, I would go to the local escort website she169.com to watch her performance. Gradually, we talked more and more. Sometimes we would chat on QQ at work; at home, we would experience alternative sex, just for that feeling, liking the atmosphere there. Incredibly, I even heard my own weak moans. I was incredibly shocked and ashamed, staring at myself in disbelief. Was this really me? Did I make such a sound in front of the person who humiliated me? Before I could even process what was happening, the little snake suddenly pressed against my lips. I cried out in surprise, and the snake took the opportunity to slip inside. The little snake was so warm and thick, swirling around my tongue and licking my gums. I had never tasted anything like it. I remembered my first kiss with a boy, his cold, thin tongue pushing me out as soon as it entered my mouth. But this little snake was so domineering, so determined, slowly gliding in and conquering me. My tongue was taken by the snake, swirling together, and my soul seemed to have flown off somewhere else. However, I found my hands slowly wrapping around the back of that iron tower.

(XIV) Dog-wa's mother came in and saw what was happening. Dog-wa's mother walked out without saying a word, closing and locking the door. I felt like the room was as hot as midsummer, the kang (heated brick bed) was so hot that my lower body was melting into water. The man lifted me up and placed me on the kang (a heated brick bed), staring into my eyes. Suddenly, he asked, "Girl, what's your name?" I murmured,

"Xia Mo." The man buried his head in my chest, rubbing against my breasts. He used his mouth to unbutton my shirt, one button at a time, and then used his mouth to lift my bodice. He cupped my breasts in his hands and sucked deeply. I felt a burning, stinging pain in my lower body. I squirmed restlessly, and the hallucinations from my dream flashed through my mind.

The little snake writhed wildly, a wave of intoxicating dizziness washing over me. My breasts swelled, my nipples ached from being sucked, and I pressed the man's head firmly against my chest, a mixture of swift and painful hatred welling up inside me. The man's breathing grew increasingly rapid, his eyes bloodshot, pressing against my chest until he nearly suffocated. I smelled a scent of wormwood emanating from my body, a fragrance that permeated the air. That man—he was insane!

(XV) My first time was with this man who bought me to be his son's wife. The man sucked directly from my breasts, his sucking and biting sending a tingling sensation through my skin. That hallucination returned; my vagina tightened, a sharp pain shot through me, and I groaned, unconsciously pressing the man's head down until I felt the little snake burrow back into my vagina, feeling it throbbing inside again. What was this feeling? Why was my blood surging, why was I so dizzy I was about to go mad? My clitoris was constantly being teased by the little snake and the man's nose. I felt it swelling, becoming engorged with blood. I felt it strongly implying, "I want it!" I don't know why those two words jumped out of my hallucination and escaped my lips. The man didn't stop. His hands parted my thighs, his fingers pried open my labia. The little snake disappeared, replaced by something harder, more powerful, more stimulating. A series of rapid thrusts, and I cried out. My body arched back, tensing up. The hard thing grew thicker, more powerful, and thrust faster. One of the man's hands grabbed my protruding breasts and kneaded them incessantly. Suddenly, he lunged forward, gritting his teeth close to my ear, "If you shout 'I want it' again, I'll take you for Gouwa!" Gouwa, that lewd man. My blood suddenly cooled, and my body relaxed. I regained my senses and suddenly remembered that I was a trafficked person. I bit down hard on his shoulder, biting harder and harder until blood filled my mouth.

(16) The man remained motionless, letting me bite him. Suddenly, he let out a long cry, flipped me over onto the bed, pinned my hands down, and quickly pulled down my pants, which were already down to my knees. I snapped back to reality and began to struggle desperately. The man held me down with both hands, and I knelt face down on the bed, my genitals raised high. The man's large mouth immediately took my genitals into his mouth. He licked my vagina and my anus little by little, and I melted little by little, my stiff body slowly softening. He took off his own pants, turned me over, and I felt in horror that a huge, hard thing was pressed against my genitals, so hot, so burning, as if it were going to cook me. I screamed, shouting "No!", but the sound was blocked in my throat by the snake. The man licked my lips and whispered, "Xia Mo, I'll be gentle!" Then, that huge thing went inside, getting harder and hotter. At the moment it struggled to break through, I screamed in agony, "Ah!!" (Seventeen) I felt ashamed of myself, but I couldn't help but fall into a love for this game. It was as if the energy that had been dormant in my body was waiting to be awakened. When I woke up the next day, I felt refreshed and clear-headed. I looked in the small mirror in the room, and my eyes and brows were shimmering with a magical light, and my fair skin was glowing with a strange luster. Thinking of the several times we had made love during the night, and the crazy state after the pain, my heart pounded like a deer.

(Eighteen) On the third night, Dogwa's father came. He closed the door slightly, came up and hugged me, and kissed me passionately without saying a word.

Hair, eyes, nose, mouth, breasts, and finally, his big mouth took my labia in. I was no longer naive, no longer ignorant; every cell in my body yearned for his suckling, his penetration.

I became aroused, my vagina became wet, and I felt the love juice slowly moistening the still slightly swollen inner walls. I spread my legs wide, wholeheartedly accepting every inch of his licking. Once again, I felt dizzy and disoriented, with only one thought in my mind: I want him, I want him inside me.

The moment came; something was inserted into my vagina. My aroused cells were stimulated, and my body struggled to meet the insertion. It came, a little like a test, a little, very carefully. My inner walls began to undulate, yearning for this envelopment to be larger and firmer. However, the object probed at the vaginal opening for a moment, then withdrew. I became suspicious, yet I felt the large hand caressing my chest still so powerful, the fingers lingering on my clitoris still so alluring. I stretched out my hands, pressed my buttocks between my legs, and thrust in hard, but suddenly, I felt the muscles I was pressing were so soft, the skin so cold. I opened my dazed eyes and saw Gouwa and his father in front of me. Gouwa's father was rubbing my breasts and my clitoris, while Gouwa, helplessly, tried to penetrate my forbidden area again and again.

(19) I became clear-headed and understood what kind of role I was in the end. (20)

I was pregnant, not with Gouwa's daughter, but with Gouwa's sister. Gouwa's father and mother took care of me wholeheartedly, while Gouwa was sent to work in an oil press. In winter, I gave birth to a girl. The man silently took care of me during my postpartum period and did not touch me.

(21) I stayed in this place for longer and longer, but Gouwa's mother was still wary of me, afraid that I would run away. Every time I asked someone to take a letter out, it was secretly given to Gouwa's mother. The postman in town was also bribed. Every time he saw a letter that I had sent out, he would secretly give it to Gouwa's mother. Several children in the village who could not afford to go to school were found at my home, and I taught them to read and write every day when I had nothing to do. Finally, I took a liking to a clever little boy named Wu Xiaoqing. I wrote him a letter and asked him to mail it to another town. Wu Xiaoqing completed the task, and my withered heart began to have hope again.

(22) Half a year after giving birth, my body often began to feel hot. Lying on the kang, I sometimes couldn't help but gently stroke my genitals, slowly kneading the sensitive spot that made me feel like I was ascending to heaven in my fantasies. Gouwa's father was under control and could not easily enter my room. Next door, I often heard the "bang bang" sounds of Gouwa's parents colliding, and I could hear Gouwa's mother's pitiful moans. At this time, I would gently rub my clitoris, fantasizing about those few soul-stirring penetrations, and sometimes I could ascend to heaven. I often couldn't control my moans. The moans of a young woman had a unique melodiousness and stickiness. I could feel that whenever my moans sounded, the "bang bang" sounds of the collisions next door would suddenly speed up, and Gouwa's father would also let out a hateful low growl.

(23) Half a month after the letter was sent, the police came. On the day the evidence was collected, the villagers all gathered at Gouwa's house, surrounding the police car, determined not to let the police take me away. The police asked me if I wanted to leave, and I said yes, with tears in my eyes, but asked for some time to talk things out. In the evening, the police went to town to rest, and the villagers dispersed. I boiled water and carefully washed myself. Gouwa's father stared at me blankly, his eyes filled with indescribable sorrow. Gouwa's mother kept muttering, "Seventy thousand yuan, barely spent a few times, it's all gone." That night, Gouwa's mother slept next door with her daughter, while I tossed and turned on the kang (heated brick bed). In the night, as I had hoped, the door opened. A man's towering silhouette appeared before the kang. Without a word, without a moment's hesitation, we mingled together like parched seedlings, burning like a raging fire. My vagina felt like a floodgate had been opened, and as he sucked, she moved the camera down, pointing her vulva at the camera. Through her see-through panties, the shape of her vulva was clearly visible, like a small steamed bun, with thick labia. I typed to her, "Your labia are so plump." She replied with a tongue-out emoji. That's how we met. From then on, I went to her chat room every day just to see her. At night, I'd go to the local escort website she169.com to watch her performance. Gradually, we talked more and more. Sometimes we'd chat on QQ at work; at home, I'd experience alternative sex, just for the feeling, enjoying the atmosphere. He sucked with all his might, afraid of missing a single spot, a single drop. A wave of passion washed over me. I knew that perhaps tomorrow, perhaps the day after, I would leave. This madness, this excitement, was just to leave something to look forward to in the future. This strong, valiant Northeastern farmer, his hardness, his thrusting—everything about him made me ecstatic, everything about him made me yearn for him.

I thrust my hips forward again and again, offering him deeper and more powerful suction. His penis grew harder and harder, and his thrusts became more and more forceful. The man used all his strength to complete our intercourse that night.

Ignoring everything else, I screamed at the top of my lungs, suspecting the whole village heard my groans and screams. My fingernails dug into his skin, leaving their mark. I can't remember if it was the fourth or fifth time, but I gasped and embraced him, my soul soaring higher and higher, savoring this decadent pleasure. The man licked and sucked every inch of my skin, his tongue lingering on my anus, stirring and thrusting for a long time. My skin trembled, a peculiar pleasure spreading to my scalp. I jumped off the bed naked, went to the outer room to get soap, and after wetting it, lightly applied it to my anus and his penis. His penis circled and probed at my anus, slowly, before pushing in a little. I gasped, a strong sense of tension gripping me. "Slower, slower," he continued, his penis pushing forward, my anus being stretched open little by little, a small section, then a small section, until finally, my petal-like anus completely absorbed the entire thick penis. I took a breath, and the man began to thrust, several fingers inserted into my vagina, pumping in and out relentlessly. Faster and faster, more and more intensely. Finally, I collapsed onto the kang (heated brick bed) in ecstasy from the man's violent ejaculation.

(Twenty-four) On the third day, after much negotiation by the police, in the evening, I walked step by step towards the police car, supported by the officers. Gouwa's mother, holding her daughter, followed behind me, tears welling in her eyes. I looked back at my daughter; she already bore my shadow—slightly brown curly hair, fair skin, large, sunken eyes. Goodbye, my daughter. I must say goodbye to this place that has stripped me of my shame and soul; I must return to my own world to pursue my life, my happiness.

Sitting in the police car, I looked back at the village. Under the locust tree at the village entrance, that towering figure appeared, the setting sun casting a long shadow. I knew that this figure, along with those soul-stirring nights, would be etched into my dreams, unforgettable, and needless to be forgotten.

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