Life is full of similarities, just like a flying dragon stepping on slush.
Occasionally, there are fingers and claws left on the mud, but Hongfei can't remember the things.
She knew there were twelve knives, although she had not counted them.
She knew more clearly that the twelve knives were scratched on her body by twelve different people.
She was told that they were the twelve people who loved and hated her most.
Are there really twelve such people?
What kind of interaction did they have with her?
She embarked on the road to find the truth about the twelve people.
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