A story about an ace producer becoming a queen at the same time.
She leaned over and twisted the beads one by one in the direction they rolled down, one, two, three... A total of thirteen, just like the thirteen years she and him had been entangled in each other's grievances.
She had picked up the thirteen beads and returned them to him, along with her thirteen years of attachment and resentment.
People, love, and debt are all gone at this moment.
I just hope that in this life, the next life, and the next life, I will never meet that man with a mole on his palm again.
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I always remember where the mole on your palm is.
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An old article written in Tieba in 2011.
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