At that time, the roses were as bright as blood. Grandma likes to touch my head and recite a nice poem: Pingping is more than thirteen years old, and the cardamom leaves are in early February.
Grandma said, "Youwei, you are thirteen or fourteen years old. She is too pure and true. Don't trust men easily."
Grandma can also read her palms. She would squeeze my hand no matter what, and look at the dense lines in my palm. Grandma said, "You are born in the year of peach blossom, which is not a good sign. In your life, you may be able to keep a man to enjoy the spring, but you will not be able to keep a man to stay for the spring."
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