Immigrate to Hong Kong to do purchasing.

Daughter: I know you don't love me, but I didn't expect you to kill me.

37-year-old mother: You don't need to know that I will dismember you for my mother.

A 25-year-old girl in her prime met a man who might be right or wrong. They met and fell in love and gave birth to a lovely daughter. They began to feel that every corner of the world was full of goodwill, and her daughter was their favorite angel.

But times have changed, because Hong Kong has no sense of security, everyone is busy with their lives, and their feelings have gradually changed. Maybe they are tired, or they can't stand this life. The man left them, leaving a sad mother and an inexperienced daughter.

My daughter, who is only about 5 years old, seems to have grown up a lot overnight because of her father's departure. She began to know that the world of adults is sad and difficult, and began to understand that it is because of Hong Kong Nuoda that their home is so small, but they can't feel the warmth at all in a rented room of less than 6 square meters.

My daughter is becoming more and more sensible, but my mother gradually hates this daughter who was originally considered a lovely angel. Daughters often lock themselves up and seriously think about why their mothers hate her. Maybe she has brought too much burden to the family, or maybe her father will leave us.

Facing this mother who hates herself, her daughter is still trying to do everything well. She started making money and handing out leaflets. Even in winter, she wears thin clothes and has a thick stack of leaflets in her purple hand. She wanted to give up and cried on the ground.

But I can't. Thinking of her mother's sadness, she immediately stood up and dried her tears, trying to send one leaflet after another to the indifferent stranger.

Could it be because mother has reached the limit? Today, my mother didn't yell at me, nor was she dissatisfied with me. Today, she is very different from before. Is it my illusion? Am I still here? I'm bleeding. Will I die? How? How could my mother kill me? ...