One day, my friend told me that he met a fortune teller on the Internet and his fortune tellers were very accurate, so he enthusiastically recommended it to me so that I could do the fortune telling too.
After I became a friend, my husband never tired of asking questions, saying that I was born with a talent for reading, and he also said a lot of formulaic and flattering words. Finally, he said, you are easily attracted by "yellow boys".
I didn't hesitate to praise him, but in my heart I was a little disdainful. I don't like any bad boy, not before or in the future.
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But, is there really no one? Maybe there is one.
Purpose: remembrance