The day I was born was the traditional Ghost Festival. The originally clear sky was suddenly covered by dark clouds, with lightning and thunder. Because there was a white spot on my back, like a white snake wrapped around me, my mother was frightened to death on the spot, and I was He was abandoned in the hospital as a freak, and was finally picked up and raised by his adoptive father in the countryside.
Every birthday, I would dream about a white snake that rolled me into a snake den and made me hang out with poisonous snakes. Until my eighteenth birthday, the white snake suddenly opened its eyes and asked...I paid him back. The love of three generations... [Expand] [Collapse]
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