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I swear, the moment I first met my senior sister Xia Qing at the back door of the classroom, I clearly remembered how she looked in her wedding dress ten years later. The fateful throbbing makes ordinary everyday things become evidence: the strawberry milk she likes to drink, the habit of biting the pen cap when doing homework, and even the way her left eye curves first when she smiles. I am like a detective tracking fate, creating chance encounters in the cafeteria and calculating the probability of passing someone by in the corridor. But she just thought I was a childish junior student, rubbed my hair and laughed:\