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I was born as the daughter of a wicked woman in a novel. At birth, my mother had already been exposed to her evil deeds and was confined to the spire, and would soon face a miserable death in the hand of the main characters. I looked at my mother, who was still searching for her ex-husband until the moment she died and held her hands. My little hand got tangled with my mother’s rough hand and her eyes full of warmth turned to me.
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