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I have known Naikaka for more than two weeks. Two weeks ago, she was carrying a small satchel and timidly pushed open my door and asked, "Are you Mr. Xia from [Sansan] Bar?"
I sat in the sun and trimmed my long nails. Without raising my head, I asked in a calm tone: "Well, what's the matter?"
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Her eyes also moved to my beautiful hands, and she seemed to be distracted for a long time before she answered me: "For money."
I smiled charmingly: "Everyone is here for money. I'm asking, you know what it is."
She suddenly cried, big tears falling on her skirt, and she was instantly sucked out of sight. I knew this would be the beginning of a good story.
Intention: know how to let go
