When the dice stop spinning, who will you meet?
Arthur raised his feet, and a small white dice with black spots lay on the ground.
Two o'clock.
She sighed and slowly raised her head.
The face of a middle-aged woman appeared in front of her eyes. The unfamiliar eyebrows and eyes rose and fell like water waves, making it difficult to see clearly.
"Is it really you?" The woman asked in a voice trembling with excitement.
"I have been looking for you for so many years, but I can't find you..."
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