Since she was born, she has been alone. The strange thing is that she does not need any food. As a baby, she has always been lying under a lush white orchid tree, as if wrapped in a transparent and warm giant egg. The wind cannot blow her, the rain cannot hit her, and even every small insect keeps away from her. Until she could walk, the only thing close to her in the world were white orchids. At that time, the faint fragrance of white orchids had been integrated into her life like blood.
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