In 1963, in Hong Kong, autumn was in full swing.

The cold wind on the street blew through the fallen leaves, and a woman carefully carried a cradle, she looked left and right, and when she saw that there was no one on the street, she gently placed the cradle by the wall.

When I looked up again, my face was full of tears.

Instead of turning away, she hid in a nearby corner and looked nervously at the place.

In the cradle was a baby boy waiting to be fed.

Maybe it's because you can't smell the mother

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