I listened to Aunt Wu's sad words like a puppet. I was so sad that I couldn't say a word, everything was stuck in my throat. I took out the bottle of Olay that I bought for Aran three years ago with the first salary I earned in that bustling metropolis, and carefully placed it on the dressing table next to the dusty bottle of Olay. Maybe one day, it will be like the bottle of Olay originally placed on the dressing table, covered with dust, and Aran will not touch it!
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