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The day I was born was the traditional ghost festival, the originally clear sky suddenly dark clouds, lightning and thunder, because from my back there was a white spot, such as a white snake wrapped around, my mom died of fear on the spot, and I was treated as a freak abandoned in the hospital, and finally was picked up by my adoptive father and raised in the countryside. Every year on my birthday, I would dream of a white snake coiling me into a snake cave to keep me company with poisonous snakes, until the year of my eighteenth birthday,...