I don’t know my life experience. I was in the shelter when I had memory. In the twinkling of an eye, I was 13 years old. The life in the shelter made me mature earlier. My speech and even my expression were far more mature than other children of the same age. The woman came up to me and I looked up at her. She was in her twenties and twenties, with big brown wavy hair, which hung down fluffy. What a sexy, noble and beautiful woman!