A pair of sharp claws scratched the wound on her body, blood flowed out rapidly, and the wound became deeper and deeper. The original powerful claws no longer had the luster they once had. She said she was strong, she said she No tears, but the tears still flowed down my face like broken pearls. She laughed again, but we couldn't tell whether she was laughing or crying.

The bell rang at noon, and she and her companion, me, went home together. On the way home, I asked an extremely sharp question, "How is your mother treating you?" This question hurt her desolate heart, and she replied, "She is not only good to me, but loves me, but why would she go away with someone else if she loves me? The same goes for my father. My mother just divorced him, and he just Looking for another woman. I seemed to want to break the pot and asked, "Are you cruel to them?" "I hate them very much, but children can't take care of adults' affairs, so forget it." "After that I didn't ask any more questions, just kept silent.