Bai Cha looked at his left wrist.

In reality, nature can't see anything.

But the flower in the hand of the Buddha statue on the wrist of the left hand is so clear.

It wraps around His hands and blooms on His fingertips.

If this weren't some horror game, White Tea would have thought it was pretty good.

She sighed and poured water on the pot.

Then she went back to her room, intending to see the one her mother had left behind

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