This is a story told for others.
Lice Master Yin loves to miss the past, and the deepest part of her old thoughts is not herself, but two other people who have been remembered by her for thousands of years. She hides this memory deeply until one person appears.
A bloody story told through someone else's mouth with no trace of love...
Well, it's actually a side story I wrote for several long stories. I posted it alone because I don't want to dig a big hole. Because this is a short story, very short...
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