She once told me that there is a legend that says that if two people have the same mark, they are destined to be together.
She tells me now that she saw a hemorrhoid on the back of my neck; as a child, my mother told her that she had the same hemorrhoid.
She pulled up her hair and asked me if I really had that mole.
I hugged her, I didn't dare to look. It's not because I'm afraid of not having her and losing her; it's because I'm afraid of having her because I keep the secret. This secret turned out to be so terrible, trapping me like a curse.
Just when my happiness was at my fingertips, it slowly disappeared.
Am I a human or a shadow puppet?
How did Master find me and where did I come from?
Can we control our own destiny, or are we acting in a drama designed by others?
Is this world a normal world or an excerpt?
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