Late Into Night, Give Me a Cigarette

Ever since I was sold by my own mother to a trafficker and became a foolish child's daughter-in-law, my life has not been on the right track.

He had been abused, tortured, struggled, resisted, wounded, and loved. When I was stepped on like an ant, I clenched my teeth and swore that I would be a supreme being for the rest of my life. In this era of laughing, I dry tears, put on red lipstick, smiling like a flower, shuttling through this bustling city neon. If one day you see a lonely woman crying in the middle of the night on the street, without his words, please hand her half a cigarette. Uncle's Weibo is a pseudonym: I'm Fifth Uncle's Not V's Cute girls, come quickly and let me hook up with you guys, do dada