I lost my father when I was young, and my mother raised me by myself. But one day, when I got home, I saw a line of men's shoes that I didn't know at the front door. "I will remarry a man my mother doesn't know. I should have blessed it, but at that moment I had a feeling of jealousy. My mother becomes someone's wife . The gentle smile and the warm breasts that hug me are taken away by other men. When I think so, my reason is broken somewhere.
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