Maybe every man has had two women like this, at least two. Marry a red rose, and over time, the red one will become a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, while the white one will remain "the bright moonlight in front of the bed." If you marry a white rose, the white one will become a grain of rice sticky on your clothes, and the red one will become a cinnabar mole on your heart. ——Zhang Ailing
In the past, I always believed that the two "twins" myself and Hu Wei would be able to get rid of the rose effect. In the end, I found that I only guessed the beginning of the story, but not the ending. All this was just a ridiculous farce, and I was just a grain of rice and disgusting mosquito blood in the eyes of others.
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