As for me, a tiny embryo, that day I was hiding in mum's womb absorbing nutritions and peacefully growing up. And even at the moment when my dad closed his eyes, he still didn't know about my existence.

My mum said she had originally lighted the candles and prepared the food on that day, waiting for my dad to return home to tell him this happy news.

But what has ultimately awaited her was an ear-piercing ringtone and a soulless body covered with white cloth.

The owner of the body, just seven hours ago was still kissing my mum's forehead, laughing like a still not grown up child.

After that, every seventeenth of August, my mum would pull out telephone wire, refusing answering all incoming calls.

The seventeenth of August's ringtone was my mum's nightmare.

I, Fang Liang Liang, an yifunu who was born without a father, was born and grown up with pity of countless people. I have once imagined, if my dad was still alive, what would I say to him. Will I weep bitter tears or hold my knees and stare at him? However, whenever I imagined about it, there would be only his body collapsed on the pool of blood and desolate scene of his clothes soaked wet by it. Thinking about life being pulled out little by little from his young body, I would be sad, angry and also powerless.

My dad was innocent, yet, he died. And those guilty people were still alive. Living well. Whenever I thought of it, I would feel that life was so unfair. I was honored to be a daughter of the martyr.

But I believe their good days were coming to an end.

Because of this belief, I have eventually chosen the same life path as my dad. Our two's, father and daughter's, life perhaps embarked on some kind of cycle. However, I hope my life will be a little longer than my dad's. From the bottom of my heart, I hoped I won't end up like him.

I was wearing that suit while going home. Ai Dong secretly sent me home. As soon as I saw the bed, the next moment I immediately threw myself onto it like a corpse. When I woke up the next day, it was very late. At noon, the sun was very active. It was another cheerful sunny day.

The headache after hangover followed. I got up with a disheveled appearance only to find out I didn't remove the make up at all. I was frightened by the smudged colors of the woman inside the mirror. I cried out in fear and quickly removed the ruined make up.

While doing a facial mask, I called Ai Dong. He answered the phone, "Senior sister, you got out of the bed?"

"Well, Dongzi. Next time when you send me home, don't rush going back. Remove my make-up first ."

"Removing make up? Aiyo, my good senior sister, isn't it equal to pulling out teeth out of the lion's mouth? The danger rate is too high. I still want to live for another two years."

"Oh, are you implying that I am a tigress?"

"Heheh, luckily, senior sister has the appearance of a little white rabbit."

I was silent.

"Senior sister?"

Still silent.

"Are you listening, senior sister?"

"Ah, I am thinking about a certain matter."

"Ah? About what matter?"

"To eat you steamed or roasted."

"Ah? As expected, senior sister is a carnivore. Ha. To me it's better being roasted. In a small fire. It would be tastier."

I sighed. This fellow was very talkative. He prided himself for looking ren mo ren yang. Usually he was even less serious than me. He liked to take a walk and buying luxury brands. He was a typical modern moon clan.

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