lt;The Pocket Dimens

At the village's edge, in a dilapidated grass temple, a woman with washed-out clothes patched countless times stood behind the stove, wielding a chipped spatula.,This Zhong woman married the third uncle of the Yan family, Yan Bo Wen. Her first three births were all daughters, which angered the patriarch Yan Bo Xian and his wife, Jiang Ying Yue, who favored sons over daughters. Finally, their fourth child was a boy. The child was handsome, but unfortunately, there was a drop of crimson tear mole at the corner of his right eye. The elders considered him an ill-omened person. Before the fourth son was even a year old, his uncle Yan Bo Wen died. The grandfather and grandmother were even more convinced that Zhong's widowhood and orphanhood were misfortunes, driving the widowed mother and her child out of the Yan family mansion.,Wasn't he dead On the way to the army, the Mercedes-Benz he was driving collided head-on with a heavy truck. The truck directly crushed the Mercedes-Benz underneath it. In that situation, there was absolutely no chance of survival.。