Mode originally thought that her blind eyes would never function again in this life, but God seemed to intend to give her a chance to see the light again, and on the night of her 28th birthday, she was arranged to wear-
She should thank God, really-
-Thanks to him for letting her find herself hanging on a tree branch in the middle of the cliff as soon as she opened her eyes, and the next second she fell freely, landed sideways, and hit the rock straight;
-Thanks to him for allowing her to transmigrate into the world of a female breadwinner, and become the "wife-head" of a poor peasant family with nothing but poverty;
-Thanks to him for making her, an older young woman with little love experience in her previous life, already have a husband and three children (one is three years old, one is two years old, and the other is still in her belly) with a thrilling sense of reality;
-Thanks to him for letting her know how delicate her relationships are, her relatives are not close, her neighbors are not harmonious, her husband, one seems to be in harmony with God, the other is timid and cowardly, and the other just looks down on her at all.
There is always a goal in life, and the surprise of rebirth is soon broken by the embarrassing reality--
What does she live for? How is she going to live?
When a timid, soft, glutinous kitten-like child's voice came into her ears - "Mother." She looked at the two skinny and obviously sick little radish heads standing in front of her, Her heart trembled, although the core in this body has been changed, but the blood relationship is indelible, she has to admit that she has resigned to her fate at this moment-
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