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I held my mother's ashes, and Qiao Dongcheng took it away. I'll cry until the sky turns dark. I'm afraid to see people. I'm even more afraid of seeing light. I lock it up every day. If the maid doesn't call me to go eat, I won't go down. I'd rather starve than sleep every day and night. I'd wake up crying and sleep again. And then I would be drenched in blood.

I'll hang on to Qiao Dongcheng