She saw that before the black woman was blind, she was a nanny, and she had no children, so she went to work as a nanny, and she was very kind to a little girl who was a little autistic without parental love, and she wanted to give her heart to the little girl, but because of the little girl, she was blind and dumb, and before she became deaf, the black woman knew the reason for her misfortune, because of that girl, the child for whom she gave everything.

She hated, and that hatred uttered her most vicious curse when she saw the child again.

That child grew up, grew up child, smiled bitterly, she should have been unable to hear, see or speak, but let her become such a person, and restored her ability to speak, hear and see.

Although it was only temporary, when the child grew up, with blue hair, silver pupils, and delicate and beautiful facial features, she knew that the child must be beautiful when he grew up, very beautiful, very beautiful.

Then she couldn't control herself, and she heard herself utter the most vicious curse, cursing the child she had given everything, including her life, and cursing the child for why she didn't die, saying that it was because of that child that she would suffer these bad lucks.

None of the people who appeared around that child were able to get a good death, so the words of why that child didn't die and why he lived.

She could see, see the fragility in the child's eyes, and she could hear, hear the child's voice calling her softly.

No, she hated and resented, but she didn't want the child to die, she wanted the child she had given everything to live well, get rid of the shackles of those dirty and ugly people, live well, away from blood and darkness, instead of cursing her to die, picking out her wounds, and dripping with blood.

That's not what she intended, she's controlled, she's controlled!

The real she was roaring, but to no avail, the one who took possession of her body was still cursing the child she had given everything to love, and the child she had given everything to love, giving her her own freedom and life, just to be able to save her and free her from the control of those filthy people.

The child said they shouldn't be hurt because of her, and that was the end of it.

No, it's not like that......

She wanted to scream but couldn't, she wanted to listen, but the world became silent again, and when she wanted to see, it became dark in front of her, and she couldn't do anything, and she didn't even know what happened to the child.

She still remembered that when she first saw the child, the child was a small one, with blue hair curled slightly, and there was no expression in the silver pupils, and she thought at that time that if this child laughed, it must be better than an angel, and she gave everything to get the child out of autism.

When the child called her name for the first time, she was so happy that she burst into tears.

In the silent and dark world, there has been no color, and she has quietly done her own thing, no matter what it is, she does not act very like a blind person, that is because she has lived here for a long, long time, and has never left here.

Everything here was familiar to her, though she couldn't hear, couldn't see, and couldn't speak.

When she was transferred to take care of a child, her heart trembled, this, this is the child, it must be, she can't see, hear or speak, but she can feel it.

The breath is not exactly the same, but, that's the child, has she been caught again?

Child, this time, Allah doesn't need you to save you, Allah will save you, Allah doesn't have to pay any price for you, Allah just wants you to live well and happily.

The world in consciousness seems to pass very slowly, very slowly, very slowly.

Slow enough that after reading the life of a black woman, she also saw another person's memory.

When you laugh, you can always gain the love of a group of girls, like a little prince, with your own ambitions and dreams, with your own persistence, you will choose to dedicate yourself to the country without hesitation, and you will be willing to sacrifice yourself for your brothers.

He is him, but he is not him.

The man who had not been seen since his death, and who had become the sharpest knife in the dark, sticky, and fishy snake's den, was dead, and was buried with all the people and things he knew.

When the world merges, those superheroes who have their own sorrows, joys, sorrows, and pains are buried one after another, and this world still has the word superhero, but it is not them.

The only thing left behind is not the original him, but the same body as her in this world, which belongs to the existence of a replica.

The sticky snake was still not dead, it left behind a knife, a knife that was sharp and infallible, but it was sad enough to make people cry, although it was not the original one, but it inherited the name of the original one, and was copied from the past and pain of the original one.

Is it more painful to be pushed into the abyss of regret by fate, or is it more painful to be artificially deduced to experience all the pain, and in the brainwashing again and again, even the memory no longer belongs to you?

I can't tell, it's just that, occasionally, the moment the shackles of memory are loosened, the pain and remorse that almost want to change from the invisible substance to the tangible substance, tightly tug at the heart of the person who has seen all this.

It was painful, more painful than any physical torture.

That's not your memory, it's not.

No, it is, it's already with me, one with me!

The young man, whose face was more vivid and immature than now, fell from the train, and could hear the mournful shout of no, and he fell from the speeding train into the abyss behind him.

The process was long and not long, and with a bang, his body fell to the ground, and bewitching flowers painted with blood bloomed under him.

He thought he was going to die, but he didn't, and the soldiers dragged his mangled body and took him away from him.

If you could go back in time, what would you most like to do?

End your life before it happens!

You know what that feels like?

Disgusted with herself, hating herself, her eyes were full of hatred that burned everything, and that hatred kept her alive, because she had no revenge, but the price of living was great, and those fresh lives were lost in her hands one by one, and her hands were filled with the blood of innocents.

Her conscience still exists, so she hates herself for causing all this, she wants to die, but her hatred makes her unwilling to die like this, the pain of being tortured is no less than that of a man who has been made into a knife.