There is no prodigal in this world who cannot turn back, and there is no mistake that cannot be corrected. A sincere thought for good is the rarest miracle, just like the flowers blooming on the Buddha's table. What destroys the miracle is not a mistake, but a cold heart that refuses to forgive or believe.
The copywriting of this novel uses an allusion, but the article itself has nothing to do with this allusion. This article can be both a legend and some mythical plots. The author is a science idiot. If you encounter mistakes that you can't stand, I hope you can correct me.
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