What I still can't understand is: why does my picture of her feel so familiar?

I know that the reader will only be scared by the plot of the horror story and not by the fear of another person.

But, I fear, it feels like a pebble in my shoe, quietly grinding me, gnawing at me, cursing me.

I had to pour it out.

And don't assert that it has nothing to do with you. Dialectical view: Things are universally connected.

I've only seen one side of Li Xiangzhi.

A few hours after I was born, a few hours before she died.

She looked at me in her swaddling clothes, and maybe she made a strange face, or maybe I made a strange face to her, which was only known to the mirror on the wall of my house. But the mirror was broken.

She and I, in front of the door of life and death, passed by, and the two of us glanced at each other. Then, she and I went our separate ways.

Just at a glance.

How many years have passed, and I can clearly remember what this person looked like.

It's like, you close your eyes and think about yourself, and a vague image of yourself appears in your mind, which is very familiar, but you can't remember when and where this blurred self is fixed in your mind, or is it the sum of countless memories of looking in the mirror, looking at photos, and watching videos?

So, does Li Xiangzhi also remember my appearance now?

I think it's one of the scariest stories she's ever left behind.

(Authenticity: 85%)

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