1.
Paris, France, Charles de Gaulle Airport, early morning.
The hall was brightly lit and crowded with people. The huge floor-to-ceiling glass window shone through the lights and reflected the orderly take-off and landing of the plane. Rain was falling freely. When she walked out of the security gate, she saw a woman waving at her.
"Hey, Ya Han, over here."
"Rolynn."
The woman who came to pick them up was tall and had a pretty face. She wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses and an elegant white winter dress. Her black hair was casually tied up at the back of her head. She had a similar independent temperament to Ya Han who was now the vice president of a large company, only more amiable. The two hugged in the lobby before Rolynn reached out to take Ya Han's suitcase: "You came at the right time, the mornings in Paris are pretty good."
"You didn't cause any trouble?"
"Not at all. I live alone and can't wait for someone to come and accompany me."
Ya Han grinned: "I'm just afraid of scaring away the person who really came to accompany you."
"You … …"
The two women laughed and chatted as they walked out of the airport. Rolynn put on a beige windbreaker: "To be honest, I didn't think you would really come to travel alone. How are things going with Xu Mo?"
"Why do you guys always talk about me and Xu Mo?"
"He's been pursuing you for many years. Haven't you always been together?
This year you met Lizhen and said that you might get married. I've already made plans to return home. "
It was drizzling and the morning breeze outside the airport was cool. The roads, overpasses, cars, pedestrians, and lights were hidden in a fine blue curtain of rain. The outline of the modern city was cold and warm at the moment before dawn.
Rolynn walked to her car, opened the back and put the suitcase inside. She frowned: "What?
Are they all rumors?
You and Xu Mo … … "
On the other side of the car, Ya Han looked at the brightly lit airport hall and slightly frowned: "We're not together, but … … if we were to get married, Xu Mo and I seem to be the most suitable, right?"
"Suitable?" Rolynn looked over with a puzzled gaze.
"Suitable."
"Ugh …"
She nodded and no longer talked about this topic. The two of them got into the car. Rolynn started the car and turned around with a smile.
"Welcome to Paris."
Two.
"When humans are at the end of their rope, they will shine with the brightest light. Humanity, strength, blood, and sentiments will erupt like burning flames. That is also the most brilliant moment for everyone …"
He seemed to have heard a certain lolicon named Mitsuaki say something similar, but as for the specifics … he had never seen it before.
Blood, flames, dead bodies, collapsed walls, and a messy house. The music playing on the DVD was a certain choir's "Ode to Joy". A man covered in blood was tied to a chair in the middle of the house, a towel stuffed in his mouth. A man named "Mind Without Thought" was standing in front of him, holding a hammer in his right hand, beating the beat like a conductor's baton. His eyes were slightly closed, and he was lost in the music.
"Da da da da … Holy and beautiful, the brilliant light shines on the earth, we are filled with fiery passion … Da da da da da …"
At a certain point in the music, a gunshot rang out from the other room, followed by chaotic gunshots. Godly Thoughts's intoxicated expression froze in mid-air. Then, he smashed the hammer in his hand with a bang, smashing one of the fingers of the man tied to the chair into pieces.
He spread out his hands and looked at the broken room.
"Li Ming – Dao Xu, can you please be a little quieter, quiet!
OK？”
"Ok, I'll try …"
The man's reply came from the gunfire. Mind Without Thought blinked and nodded: "That's great …" Before he could finish, the sound of a grenade explosion swept through the entire villa. The weakened blast rolled in from the door, blowing his hair.
The man froze there for a moment, then sighed and shook his head helplessly. He turned his gaze back to the man's face, which was twisted in pain. He turned to the man's shattered fingers, and then back to the hammer in his hand. His face showed the pain of empathy, and he helplessly gestured with his hands.
"Oh … This is really … You know, I'm really sorry. Oh … This must be painful, but I can't control myself when I'm disturbed. This is … a bad habit."
His hands danced in the air, then he patted the man's twisted face a few times. "Beautiful music, magnificent fire, what a beautiful day. On a day like this, you've experienced the most brilliant moment of your life. We've collided fiercely, fiercely … Imagine, two unrelated lives suddenly intersecting fiercely. What should this be called … Fate, no, fate, this is fate, Joseph …"
He looked into the man's red eyes, and there was a slightly psychotic smile on his face. Then, he hit the man with the hammer again. The veins on the man's forehead bulged, and his twisted face was almost bleeding.
"You see, this is it, right?
You must have felt the intensity of this intersection. Every time I think about this, I'm very excited … Pain, pain can make people feel their own survival. What a wonderful feeling, even though some people try to avoid it.
Joseph, Joseph, Joseph, this is the look in your eyes, this is it … Do you know?
From the first time I saw your picture, I knew we could be friends … "
He waved the hammer in his hand twice, but he didn't hit the man. His other hand took out a CD case from the side. "You see, I like this disc very much. Great music. We have similar taste in music, but …" With a bang, the hammer finally hit the man.
"But I didn't find the song 'Blue Caribbean' in your collection."
Then, he turned around and spread his hands. "This song can make people feel a kind of magnificence, like the sound of nature. You must listen to it when you have the chance … You know, I'd love to tell you the beauty of this song in detail, but unfortunately, we don't have much time. As a friend, I just hope you can do me a little favor and tell me where he is. You know … All you need to do is nod, and then I know I can take the damn thing off your mouth.
Bang!
"Okay … Now there's only one finger left …"
The music continued, and so did the gunshots in the villa. After a while, there was a faint siren outside the window.
The police car stopped outside the villa.
Deities of Thoughtless took a deep breath and shouted, "Please! Can't you just let the world be quiet for a moment?"
"Okay, I'll try my best …"
Just as the voice in the other room finished, red flames shot out from the window. The rocket launcher shot across the night sky, and the police car exploded into flames. At the same time, there was a huge tremor. The music was drowned out by the explosion. Gods Without Thought rubbed his forehead and said to the man in front of him, "Rocket launcher, I didn't even know he had a rocket launcher. You know, he's crazy …" He walked to the side to adjust the DVD and pointed at his forehead. "… There's a problem here."
The two continued to stare at each other in the music. Gods Without Thought hummed softly. After a while, he pointed to the side. In the air, there was the sound of crying coming from the side of the room. Before the tied-up man could show fear in his eyes, Gods Without Thought turned to the side and said, "I've said it a hundred times, can you please be quiet?"
Following the shouts that shook the room, one of the guns in God No Thought's hands glowed. The man nodded frantically as the bullets pierced through the cupboard at the side of the room. A dead body fell out from the cupboard. It was a child around 15 or 16 years old. God No Thought shook the gun and sighed.
"Oh, he looks so much like you. He must be your eldest son … You see, actually, I knew they were hiding here. My request is very simple, I just want them to be quiet, really quiet. But why can't they satisfy such a small request? This kind of thing really makes me sad, and it's always … very sad.
That's how the world works. Most of the time, you won't get what you want … Did you notice that I used the word 'them'?
I know there's another one in the cupboard, but as you can see, I'm very fair … Oh, right, I noticed that you kept nodding. I'm sorry, I'll help you take these things away. If we could have communicated in such a friendly atmosphere in the beginning, such a … regrettable thing wouldn't have happened. "
He pursed his lips and said, "… This is all your fault."
Three minutes later, Gods Without Thought used a tissue to wipe the blood stains on his sleeves and met up with another man at the entrance of the villa. The fire burned in the villa behind them, and the sound of 'Ode to Joy' came from the villa. In the distant night sky, it seemed like a large police force was rushing over.
"If I knew I would be attacked, I wouldn't have lived in such a remote place."
Li Ming Daoxu's companion carried a metal box and looked back at the burning villa. "Where are we going next?"
"France."
Gods Without Thought tilted his head. "That guy went to Paris to attend some messy financial summit. He received news of an assassination attempt and left early this morning … Ha, politician …"
"Paris, I like that city."
"I hate France."
"Why?"
"The French are against everything. They even oppose their own country and government, and they call it freedom …" She reached out and threw a tissue into the fire of the police car by the road. "In my opinion, they are no different from those children who pursue individuality and oppose everything … although their country and government are really stupid."
"Oh."
Tatsumi Tatsumi nodded noncommittally. "But speaking of Paris, we might see Minamoto no Yori Chochuu and his partner."
Gods Without Thought stopped. "They are in Paris?"
"There is a mission to assassinate a French politician. I think they will do it on the way."
"Okay."
Before the police car arrived, they opened the door of the car parked by the roadside. "Let's go to Paris."
…
"You know he is from China, and I hate Chinese."
"Of course … because you are a patriot."
"That's right. Japanese people should hate Chinese people."
The wind fanned the fire, and the music of "Ode to Joy" spread far and wide in the night sky …
III.
"Although we are very familiar with each other … I will still sue you for slander …"
On a rainy morning, in a coffee shop on the left bank of the Seine, Minamoto No Yoritomo threw the newspaper on the table and frowned slightly.
"That has nothing to do with me."
Across the table, his young partner drank coffee while reading the newspaper. He didn't look up. "Besides, you really don't like women."
"I like women."
Minamoto No Yoritomo stated. His partner put down the newspaper, raised his head, and looked at each other.
"Well, it has nothing to do with me anyway …" After a moment, he tilted his head. "But that woman is really good in bed."
"You've slept with her?"
"Last year … I recommended her to you because of her quality. I think you should have a wider range of interests. After all, being suspected of being gay is not something to be happy about …"
"Did you sleep with a woman to prove that you are not gay?"
"Uh, it was just a suggestion … and she has been interested in you for a long time. Your rejection must have hurt her …"
"Hurt?"
"…"
There was a moment of silence. After a long while, his partner picked up the coffee and took a sip. "Maybe … maybe …"
"Oh."
The two of them didn't have much to say about whether they were hurt or not. They shrugged and smiled. After a while, the two of them finished their breakfast and walked out of the door. They each held an umbrella and walked through the crowd. Minamoto No Yoritomo buttoned up his sleeves as he walked. "We'll do it the day after tomorrow. Two days should be enough to do the investigation. How about you?"
His partner frowned slightly and glanced at the Seine in the rain. "Confirm the mission, and then go sweep the grave."
"Natalie's?"
"Yeah, this is the first time I'm doing this kind of thing. What should I pay attention to?"
"Sweep the grave … I guess cleaning …"
"Yeah, cleaning …"
"Give her something she liked to eat when she was alive …"
The two of them stopped at the intersection and looked at the pedestrians around them. They were both amused. Speaking of which, both of them had taken more than three digits of lives, but they had never done something like sweeping the grave. But then again, it made sense. Sweeping the grave was nothing more than cleaning.
His partner nodded and pondered over the meaning of his words. He then pointed to the left turn, and Minamoto No Yoritomo pointed to the right. The two of them turned and separated. After walking a few steps, Minamoto No Yoritomo heard a voice behind him. "Uh, I say …"
"What?" His partner looked at him from a few steps away.
"My personal opinion. If there is really someone important, wouldn't it be better to find another woman for everyone to see?"
Minamoto No Yoritomo nodded. "Change the target?"
"Change the target."
Whether it was an assassin or a secret agent, people in the underworld generally had no attachments because once they were attacked, the enemy would do anything to get them back. There was no morality in this world. It was probably because he sensed some unstable factor in his partner's heart that his partner spoke up for this kind of thing.
Even if they were partners, there were not many people in their line of work who would give advice for each other's personal affairs. Minamoto No Yoritomo smiled. "I understand … you're still as rational as usual."
"I just want to live."
"The situation is a bit special." Minamoto No Yoritomo said, "For example … how do you feel about Natalie?"
"You mean love?"
He was already talking about a dead person. His partner thought for a moment. "I think … probably not. I can't summarize it clearly. But when she died, I also felt very sad."
"For me, it's probably a symbol, or a connection point or something."
"Symbol, connection point …" In the crowd, an ordinary-looking young man smiled. "I understand. Although I can't empathize, I think I know what it is."
"See you tonight."
"See you tonight."
They turned around and went their separate ways.
…
He held an umbrella and walked through the streets of Paris in the rain.
I just want to live …
Of course, life was not so simple. As a life, there must be various meanings.
His codename when he became an assassin was "Illusion", and at present, he was temporarily called White Night. The codename itself was just a codename, and it did not have any meaning. Although many people said that this codename was very suitable for him, it clearly existed, but it was as if he could not feel it at all. He clearly killed the target, but in hindsight, it seemed as if it had never happened at all. Even the matter of someone losing their life seemed like a dream. He was like an ordinary person, doing things that ordinary people should do. Killing people in his hands was neither intense nor dispirited. Everything was normal and reasonable.
Killing was just killing, just like how everyone had their own things to do. His childhood experiences had determined what he was best at. It was meaningless to talk about the cruelty of being forced to do things or struggling. Now was just the present, formed by the accumulation of the past that could not be changed.
Some people worked as mechanics, some played football, and some played the piano. But he just killed people. There was nothing abnormal about this. He did not experience any pain or embarrassment. Of course, he had encountered difficult situations, but it was the same as a mechanic encountering a machine tool that was difficult to repair, an athlete encountering a match with a great disparity in strength, or a pianist encountering a complicated score. All walks of life had their own difficulties, and he just had to overcome them.
For the assassin profession, he did not like it, nor did he hate it. In short, there was nothing in the world that moved him more for the time being.
He was born with a talent that could deconstruct all complicated things. He could quickly figure out the principles of machinery, and he could quickly understand the foundation of rules. He could also quickly understand the establishment of such rules for what purpose, how to optimize them, and what shortcomings they had.
Laws, morals, universal values, and so on could be deconstructed one by one. At a glance, everything was transformed into its original parts. In this way, everything was bound to be indistinguishable.
Therefore, Seiji could roughly understand the various emotions that people had. Although he couldn't empathize with them, he could roughly understand what Minamoto no Yori Chakura's emotions were like, where they came from, and why he was struggling. Seiji didn't despise any emotions, nor did he have the slightest respect for them. Perhaps one day, he would also fall into a certain emotion, such as love, fear, or heart-wrenching. But for now, he still maintained a calm heart.
He could understand, but he could not empathize with them.
If there was a book, he would read it; if there was a painting, he would appreciate it; if there was a piano, he would play it; if there was a microphone, he would sing; if there was a car, he would go somewhere; if there was a request, he would complete it; if there was a gun, he would fire it; if there was a talent for killing, he would take a life.
Since there was music in the world, he should dance with it.
Dancing with the music of the world was a matter of course.
He bought a bouquet of flowers at the flower shop at the end of the street, then took a taxi to the fourth arrondissement of Paris. He walked around the neighborhood near the municipal building a few times. Just now, he went to a café near a hotel and sat down. The café had a wide view. He sat down near the window, ordered a drink, and listened to the music in the café.
The target's information, habits, and many other things had been provided in advance. But if he wanted to take action, he naturally had to investigate it himself. He and Minamoto No Yoritomo chose different directions. It was not the first time he came to Paris. He met Natalie here, and then he revisited several times. After Natalie died, he also buried her here. In terms of the environment, he only needed to observe the recent small changes. What he needed to investigate was other things related to people.
Thinking of Natalie, he felt a little sad.
What did she like to eat?
Naturally, he remembered. The things about her, the summary at the beginning, were enough to write a big book. But thinking about it now, it felt a little unreal. It was like sitting in a movie theater and watching someone else's story.
She was already dead, and it could be considered that he killed her. But it was fine. Life had an end. If there was an end, there would be an end. It was normal. Only when there was an end would it be complete.
He knew clearly that he would also have such a day.
Thinking of this, when a well-dressed blonde waitress came to refill his glass, two cars drove past the drizzling street outside the floor-to-ceiling window. He stood up from his seat, and the car stopped in front of the hotel.
The target got out of the car under the protection of bodyguards.
Holding the bouquet, he walked through the corridor to the hotel lobby. When he reached the exit, the phone with a number that only one person knew rang. He pressed the answer button. "Hello."
"I just received a message. Someone asked about our mission through the headquarters. Although it's not in line with the procedures, it shouldn't be hidden from them … Gods Without Thought has come to Paris."
As he listened, he lowered his head and walked straight to the group of people who happened to enter the lobby. Four bodyguards were protecting a government official with a slightly bulging head. When he approached without noticing, the bodyguard closest to him reached out to block him. Then, the two collided.
The bouquet in his hand fell apart, and the flowers fell to the ground.
"I know … It's okay, it's okay. I'll do it myself …"
He bent down to pick up the bouquet again. The bodyguard who collided with him also bent down to help. After a moment of insignificant chaos, he threw the scattered bouquet into the trash can and walked to the door of the lobby. The politician continued to walk to the elevator under the protection of his bodyguards.
Putting away his phone, he frowned.
Things seemed to be getting complicated. Should he just finish the mission before that happened?
Looking back, the elevator door had just opened in front of the group of people. The politician's body was in their field of vision.
It wasn't that he wasn't confident, nor was it a complicated mission. It didn't matter if he did it recklessly. He put his right hand on the corner of his shirt. In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind …
Four.
"Don't bother, I can do it myself …"
Lights, heater, thick curtains. Coming out of the steamy bathroom, Ya Han was tilting her head and drying her long black hair with a hairdryer. Her good friend, Li Ruolin, was arranging the pillows on the bed for her.
"It's still not open at this time. Won't it affect business?"
"It's okay. We'll open it in the afternoon."
This was a house in Chinatown in the fourth arrondissement of Paris. Li Ruolin opened a disc shop here and lived above the shop. She had always lived alone. Although there weren't many rooms, the decorations were quite cozy. This guest room was piled with a lot of things. There were discs, books, a computer on the desk by the window, and some miscellaneous small objects. Although the area wasn't big, in this winter day, with the steam coming out of the bathroom, it was exceptionally warm.
Ya Han dried her hair and sat by the bed.
"I'm so envious of you, living alone without any restrictions."
"What's there to be envious of?"
Li Ruolin looked back at her and blinked in confusion. Then, her eyes turned into crescents. "You don't know how lucky you are. I'm the envious one. You have a big company at home, a villa, and a car, and many people chasing after you. Why don't I ask uncle if he needs a daughter the next time I see him? I'm quite experienced in business management."
"It's very troublesome. It's not enough to just manage a company …" Ya Han sighed and flopped on the bed. The hairdryer swayed in her hand. Li Ruolin leaned against a pillow and lay down on the bed. "I haven't asked you yet. Why did you suddenly come over?"
"Forced marriage."
"With Xu Mo?"
Ya Han pursed her lips. "It's not about him. Anyone will do. Anyway … I have to solve this matter …"
"Is it okay to be pregnant?"
"It's okay to be pregnant."
Li Ruolin nodded. Although the Zhang family was not a big family, as Yahan's father, Zhang JingAn, only had one daughter, Li Ruolin. Without a son as a successor, Yahan's task was naturally very heavy. Putting aside her feelings, Yahan had an incurable kidney disease since she was young. As the successor of a large company, she could not marry into another family and be a housewife.
Her father's wish for her was not to strictly marry, but he still hoped that she could have a child. It would be best if it was a boy so that he could take over the Zhang family's business sooner.
"Speaking of which, Xu Mo is more suitable for you … He likes you, and he has an older brother to inherit the family business. I remember that he has a very easy-going personality. I don't think he has any objections to marrying into the family. Besides, there's no such thing as marrying into the family these days. Marrying you is an advantage to his family …"
"What advantage … I really don't want to be with Xu Mo. He's a good person, but I always feel like there's something missing …"
"Excitement?" Ruolin blinked. "Xu Mo's personality is quite stable …"
"That's not it … You don't think I'll like those young boys who are looking for excitement, do you?"
"Frivolous young boys definitely won't do. You, ah. You're the kind of woman who looks obedient, but is actually wild on the inside. Do you think I don't know?
You need a passionate relationship to ensnare you and conquer you. Only then will you be willing to wash away your filth and live with someone else. Dongfang's traditional female character is like this.
To put it bluntly, you're cold on the outside but passionate on the inside. "
"Nonsense." Ya Han laughed.
The two women lay on the bed together. After a while, Li Ruolin turned over and said in high spirits: "Tomorrow night, I'll take you to a party. Let's see if you can find the passionate love you want."
"What?"
"A party organized by the people around here. You'll know when you get there."
Ya Han thought for a moment: "… You're the one who's cold on the outside."
The two women then laughed on the bed.
The winter rain in Paris was more chilly than a heavy rain or a snowstorm. It was so long that it seemed to seep into one's bones. Li Ruolin only opened the DVD store at noon. The interior of the store was a mix of both refined and common tastes. There were DVDs of the latest blockbuster movies, as well as a large number of vinyl discs that were popular in the first half of the last century. Nowadays, only collectors or music enthusiasts would collect a large number of vinyl discs.
Although Li Ruolin's family background wasn't as good as Ya Han's, she was still a rich person and didn't lack money. Opening the store was purely out of interest and to pass the time.
Rows of CD racks were placed under the warm lights, and there were all kinds of cute and heartwarming trinkets. Looking out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, one could immediately see how bleak the weather outside was and how warm it was inside the shop. It was such a blissful thing to be able to enjoy one's favorite music in such a warm world.
In addition to Li Ruolin, the store also invited a Chinese girl nearby to help. Li Ruolin called her Little Sugar. She was about 18 or 19 years old. She was pretty and dressed fashionably. She was probably a Chinese who grew up in France. Her Chinese wasn't very standard, but after hearing Li Ruolin introduce Ya Han, she liked her very much. After lunch, Li Ruolin handed the store over to Little Sugar and accompanied Ya Han to visit some Chinese people she knew nearby.
Just like that, it was already four o 'clock in the afternoon when they left the other people's houses. The two of them shared an umbrella and walked along the road intimately. This time, they deliberately took a detour. When they approached a corner, they mentioned Li Ruolin's parents. Ya Han naturally knew the couple. She had called them uncle and auntie since she was young. A few years ago, they died in a car accident in France and were buried in a cemetery not far away.
Unlike many other cities, many of the cemeteries in Paris were distributed in the city. The cemeteries of famous people would also become tourist attractions.
The cemetery in front of them was naturally not as lively. It was located between the residential area and the commercial area. It was surrounded by a steel fence and looked quiet and solemn under the blue sky. The two of them went in to pay their respects. Standing in front of the rain-soaked tombstone, Li Ruolin smiled softly and said, "Tomorrow, buy some oranges. They have always liked to eat them, but not the cut kind. They have to peel them by hand. What is it called in China?"
"Plum orange?"
"That's right. Plum orange, cut orange … there are more navel oranges here, but they are also more difficult to peel …"
Li Ruolin sighed and looked at her parents' tombstone. She nagged about the classification of oranges. Although it was winter, there were still a few stubborn weeds growing out of the ground. She squatted down and pulled them out. When she stood up, she looked at her companion with some confusion and asked, "Ya Han?"
"Look at that person. She is so strange …"
"Hmm?"
Following Ya Han's finger, Li Ruolin looked in that direction.
It was still drizzling. In front of a grave more than ten meters away, a man from Dongfang was squatting there. He looked like an ordinary grave sweeping, just like how Li Ruolin had pulled out the weeds in the cemetery. However, if one looked closely, one would find that because his movements were too focused, there was a strange sense of strangeness. This person … was really seriously cleaning the grave.
In any case, he squatted there and was too focused. He was holding detergent in one hand and a rag in the other, vigorously cleaning the tombstone and the marble slab that should be engraved with inscriptions. As the rain fell, he did not use an umbrella and just let the rain fall. His hair was completely soaked and droplets of water kept falling from the side of his face. His clothes were also not spared. In this kind of weather, even a healthy person would catch a cold if they were drenched. However, he did not seem to feel anything at all and just did his own thing.
Although the tombstones in the cemetery were washed by the rain and did not appear dirty, after the man's serious cleaning, the tombstone in front of him became unusually clean. It was completely obvious at a glance that he was like a crane in a flock of chickens.
"Could he be a staff member of the cemetery or something …"
"I don't think so …"
"Who would sweep a grave like this …"
The two women just stood there and murmured a few words. Li Ruolin occasionally turned to look at Ya Han and saw that Ya Han was looking at the man's movements with a thoughtful look.
After a while, the man finished cleaning. He squatted for a few seconds and then packed up his cleaning tools and turned to leave. The two of them passed by the cemetery and took a look. There was a picture of a beautiful white woman on the tombstone and her name was written below: Natalie?
Annise.
Other than that, it was blank.
"He must love her very much …"
"Why?
Are you attracted to that man just now?
He's not very handsome. "
Li Ruolin laughed softly. "However, he's powerful and reserved. He's really suitable for someone like you who is cold on the outside. It seems like he's from Dongfang. I'll ask around, maybe …"
"What are you talking about!
I just feel … "She thought for a moment." I just feel … "
She could not tell what she felt. She did not even see the other person's face clearly. However, the focused gaze between the rain-drenched hair was engraved in her memory like a brand. It was as if she could see it again when she turned around. Perhaps in that gaze, only the woman in the grave existed.
No matter what, it made her feel a little touched.
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