
Dukezong No. 13 (part 1)
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The woman stood alone in Chandni Cathedral, as thin as a piece of paper. I approached her with a solemn face, wrapped in a gust of cold wind, as if rushing to a battlefield. She was thin and compact, and seemed to be squeezed by the invisible air around her so that she could not stretch her arms and legs. She wore a pair of huge glasses, and the remaining third of her face shone strangely with the lenses in the moonlight. 15 Minutes ago, this woman called me with a vague phone call: Are you Zabu's girlfriend? I am at Chandni Plaza and would like to invite you over. I asked, who are you? She said, you will know when you come. She added, I knew you would come, I just wanted to see you come alone. For more than six years, no one has mentioned Zabu to me by this title anymore.
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