In the fourth year of my marriage to Lu Fei,
my son said to me, "You are just a blood bag for me and dad."
He said, "I don't want you to be my mom, I want Aunt Mingcan to be my mom!"
Looking at Mingcan's fair neck, I finally understood everything.
He stabbed my neck without hesitation to draw blood,
but he exercised utmost restraint with that woman.
I suddenly realized everything and dropped the divorce papers.
Lu Fei threatened me, "If you walk out of this door, don't expect to see your son again."
"I couldn't wish for anything better."