Netizens said that he had a strange disease that the hospital could not cure.
I said that my grandfather is an old Chinese medicine doctor who specializes in treating this.
He came to my city to find me and I waited at the station for an hour.
The first time we met, I knew something was wrong. The height he mentioned was missing by a full seven centimeters.
But I didn't expose it.
I took him to the house I had rented in advance, cooked for him, and watched him eat.
When he took his third bite, he suddenly looked up at me: What did you put in it?
I smiled and turned the phone screen over to show him.
On the screen is the chat record between me and him, from the first day to the last day, verbatim.
You know, I said, every sentence you send me is exactly the same as the last one.
His pupils shrank suddenly.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
