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I just want to make up for my past regrets. That little fat boy has not been abducted by human traffickers and can be a naughty boy in the hands of his parents and grandma. The girl who expressed her love for me did not marry the violent man in the end. The little orange cat was not thrown to death. It grew fat and round, and lay on the balcony on the second floor to bask in the sun every day. And I got what I wanted, marrying the person I've loved since I was a teenager. Everything was fine after that, I was like that, and I hope you are too.