Life seemed to be ignited again, and the sunlight passed through the chest, leaving the demon with nowhere to hide.

He pursued her frantically, and despite the opposition of his family, he resolutely married her, and he felt that she would be the ultimate salvation of his life.

But as time passed, his angelic girl was growing up, her breasts were plumped by breastfeeding, her body was maturing, and his passion for her was being worn out little by little as she became more and more beautiful.

Before he knew it, the demon began to revive, awakening before he could react, robbing him of his sanity.

When he came to his senses, it was too late, and he molested his colleague's daughter, the girl who had a lot of trust in him, and not only ruined himself, hurting his angel, but also his son.

He blamed himself in despair, but the angel chose to forgive him, protect him with warm wings, and take him away from the place where he had planted a vicious curse with his own hands.

He chose treatment, actively cooperated with the doctor, he thought that everything would be fine, and he promised his angel that he would fight the demon to the end.

Although it was hard, depressing, and even painful, he persevered......

I looked at the words he suppressed in his diary, and the sentence that would be repeated at the end of each article, being kind to them, giving them gifts, just simply liking to see them laugh, watching them trust their words, and tears blurred my eyes again and again.

He suffers from a severe pedophilia, and although he has been working hard and struggling, he can't get rid of it in the end.

I opened the door and found my mother still outside, and I returned the notebook to her with trembling hands.

At the end of the meal, she told me that her father had apologized to her, and that it was like a huge trap set for him by the devil.

At the company's party, he didn't drink five years ago, but he got it, and when he got home, there was no one at home, and Jennifer suddenly appeared to look for me, wearing a beautiful short dress...... By the time he sobered up, it was already too late.

Although he has committed suicide, I still can't forgive him, but I ...... But I can't hate him anymore.

We moved again, and I changed to a new school again, but I didn't dare to socialize with people, and I was afraid to build relationships with them.

I was afraid, afraid that they would know about my past, that they would know what my father had done, and then suddenly one day, their smiles would disappear from their faces, and the trust in their eyes would turn into contempt and vigilance.

Everything about my father has become a curse, like a poisonous snake wrapped around my neck, I can't shake it off, I can't break free, and the more I struggle, the tighter I strangle.

My fear turned into rudeness and withdrawal in the eyes of my classmates, who would occasionally laugh at me, play pranks on me, and even deliberately hit me with a basketball, but I didn't really care.

I care more about my mother......

She's sick and hasn't been in good health since her father committed suicide, but she has to work two jobs to make ends meet.

The only thing I can do for her is to wake up early, make breakfast for her, cook after school, and clean the house.

The happiest time was when my mother bit the cake I made with her own hands and said to me with a smile that Dean is getting better and better, and it is better than the cake shop.

But her health is still getting worse and worse, and I want to share it for her, but why does time pass so slowly, I haven't grown up yet.

At the age of sixteen, I finally got a part-time job at a dessert shop, starting with weekend orders and deliveries, and then I got into the kitchen and learned to make more desserts.

I wanted my mother to quit her part-time job, but she was reluctant and worried that my work would affect my studies.

Later, I kept reassuring her that it would not affect her, and hoped that she would not let me worry about her, so she finally quit her part-time job at night at my begging.

I kept my promise and even got a scholarship, but to go to college, I had to leave her.

I was reluctant, but she told me that all departures are temporary, even death.

At that moment I knew that she had spared my father, but could they be reunited in heaven? She must be going to heaven, but the man, maybe in hell.

I dragged her out of the house with the luggage she had packed for me, and told her to call me if there was anything to do, go to the hospital when I was sick, and not always think about getting through with some medicine.

She promised me and nodded heavily, but I always felt that she wouldn't listen to me.

As soon as I entered the school, I was hit by a huge blow, I met my former friend, my neighbor and classmate, who was also Jennifer's classmate.

All of a sudden, I realized that the world was really small......

Thanks to his publicity, the whole family soon knew about me and my father's 'deeds', and I was waiting tremblingly, but after feeling the strange gaze and the fingers behind my back, my heart became calm.

I got a part-time job at a restaurant not very far from the school, helping with desserts in the kitchen and delivering meals when there were many people.

As time went on, it didn't take long for my 'news' to be replaced by other gossip, strange stares and alienation became a pattern, and of course my roommates became more and more willing to play tricks on me, sneering, and occasionally upset, punching me twice.

Whenever I feel so tired that I want to find a place to hide and be slowly swallowed up by the darkness, a picture flashes through my mind.

A woman stood behind the door, her face haggard, but still smiling softly, she ...... Waiting for me!

Then, I got to know her, Gu Nuoxi, and I suddenly understood my father's mood when he met his mother.

It was a beam of light that pierced through the chest, driving away the gray clouds buried deep in the heart.

When I first noticed her, I didn't know that we were in the same school, but that she would eat in the restaurant often, on weekend nights.

Maybe it's because she's also an Oriental, and every time she comes, I can't help but look at it twice.

Yes, quietly, as early as the age of thirteen, I did not dare to touch girls anymore, or even to look at them.

But her long black hair and slender body always reminded me of my mother at home.

Moreover, I always felt that they looked very similar, with small mouths, eyes, and noses, and small faces, which were not as big as the palms of my hands.

And then I always thought that she might only be thirteen or fourteen years old, and this uncertain thought terrified me because I would associate it with pedidophilia, and then with the man.

I started to avoid her as soon as she appeared, but time told me that it didn't work, and the more restrained I was, the more the pent-up thoughts would pile up.

I began to understand my father's feelings, because depression does not mean disappearing, but when the emotions accumulate to a certain point, he sets off a bigger storm and catches people off guard.

I gave up my inhibitions, no longer controlled myself to deliberately avoid her appearance, and faced her with a normal mentality.

It was as if everything had calmed down, the turbulence had receded, and the wind and waves had calmed down.

I began to worry about her, she was always alone, what about her family, on weekend nights, it was not peaceful in the neighborhood, wasn't she afraid of danger?

I know better than anyone that something happened just for a moment, and I was caught off guard.

Soon it was time for the holidays, and although I wanted to earn more money, I was more worried about my mother who was home alone.

I took two weeks off work and when I got home, I found that she was thinner and had been coughing.

I wanted her to go to the hospital, but she kept refusing and kept saying that she just had an uncomfortable throat and that it would be good to take some medicine.

During the two weeks at home, I cleaned the lawn and then made her a lot of my newly learned desserts, and of course foie gras with red wine, which she loved, so I worked hard to learn.

She said, how can I make it so delicious.

I smiled and replied that I was better than Uncle Creti, and then I remembered the girl, who was also very fond of foie gras.

Fast time passed, and I left her again, and before leaving, I promised her that soon she would be able to quit her job, and that I would be able to give her a good rest at home.

She was still behind the door, smiling as gently as an angel.

When I got back to the restaurant, Uncle Creti asked me to make foie gras in red wine, and I was confused, but I made it anyway.

But Uncle Creti didn't let me take it out, but tasted it himself, then shook his head, and looked up at me with some dejected eyes.

I didn't understand what was wrong with him, so he sighed and told me that the strange oriental girl had been here last week and ordered ten servings of foie gras, but she only tasted one of them and let her pay for it.

It was a great insult to him, and he stopped the girl and told her that God would not forgive people who wasted food and would turn them into pigs.

"How can you scare a girl like that." I protested against what Uncle Kriti was doing.

The light in Uncle Kriti's eyes suddenly became more depressed," she said, the taste was not right. ”

Because of the holidays, the restaurant was not lively this weekend night, and it was a little quiet, and the sound of wind chimes swayed when the glass door was pushed open.

As soon as I looked up, I saw her walk in, and her long black hair was a sign.