Hua met Fan when he was five years old. They barely exchanged a few words with him, but never saw him again. Fourteen years later, when they met again, Hua Zaifan thought, "Amitabha, this is fate. Why don't you just accept me? I can wash clothes, cook meals, sing love songs, and paint pictures. I am versatile and versatile. I can go to the hall or the kitchen. It's hard to find me in heaven or on earth... Do you think about it?"
Bailimo: "... Then I'll think about it..."
Hua Zaifan: "What else are you thinking about? Let's go first."
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