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"Sister, why do you have a mole on the palm of your hand, but I don't?" A little fleshy ball pulled the little girl beside him and asked with a fleshy mouth in disbelief.
"The person with a mole on the palm of her hand was born with a star in her hand. She can decide her own destiny." The little girl explained to the flesh ball sternly.
"Then why do you have another one in your ear and I still don't have one!" Meatball said again.
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Just when the little meatball waited until his head was almost stiff, the two words "evil" were coldly spat out from the little girl's beautiful lips.
There should not be snowflakes in November. Indeed, with the rapid warming trend of the atmosphere, it is indeed a wonderful sight to see snowflakes in November. Just like twenty-three years ago, there is snow in November and blood in November. . . . . . . . . .
She, he, an encounter in a bar brought them back to seven years ago, fate or conspiracy? True love or deception? Is a brother-sister incest that is not accepted by the world really just a continuation of love? Or is it the backlash of family affection?
She, he, she, him, they are immersed in the sweetness of love. When the truth emerges one by one, can love still remain the same? Family, friendship, love, should you choose or give up?
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