The divination of that summer is still fresh in my memory
You are a person destined by destiny, and you don't know your body. All things are destined, and fate gathers and disperses, and everything depends on you. ． ．
The special birthmark on my body turned into the shape of a butterfly, like a call from the depths of my memory, taking me back to that mysterious country to find the meaning of life. If this is my destiny, I am willing to do it. . .
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