After finally pulling Pei Hanzhou back to the room, Luo Xun had only one question.
"Rather than asking why Lin Luosang wants to divorce, I just want to ask why she can't divorce?"
The man paused and looked up at him.
Luo Xun asked again: "Why can't she file for divorce?"
"Girls are mostly passive creatures. You were the one who proposed the marriage by arrangement, and you said you could file for divorce without giving any reason. You've never changed your mind about this relationship. No matter how much you like her, she doesn't know. She might even be worried about the outcome. In my mind, your relationship is just a business partnership!"
"It's like you and I signed an endorsement contract with no specific term. Now I feel like the pay is too low, it's meaningless, or I'm simply tired. Based on our agreement, I haven't done anything to let you down, so I have the right to leave, right?"
"I don't know why she said that, but she's done everything she should have done, right? She never asked you to clarify the media's fabrications just to save face. If you said you wanted to visit your great-grandmother, she would have accompanied you no matter how busy she was. Even in the entertainment industry, she hasn't been involved in any scandals since her marriage, and she avoids any suspicion when working with male artists. If we define it as a business partnership, I think she's at least a fully qualified partner."
"Why couldn't you just be honest and tell her that you needed her when she first asked for a divorce?"
"She doesn't even realize how much she means to you," Luo Xun shrugged. "Perhaps in her eyes, her filing for divorce is just like you terminating your contract with Rino and negotiating a better acquisition. Perhaps she feels like she's nothing to you, just a casual decision she made while reviewing documents."
"Isn't it because you're not good at retaining people that you always treat those around you the best? If you put it that way, my sister-in-law thinks her good treatment is just a habit of yours, not love, and there's nothing wrong with that!"
Pei Hanzhou looked at the sea outside the cabin.
Ups and downs.
Luo Xun said, "She might even have a worse time than you."
At this time, the man turned his face back, his eyelids half-closed to hide his emotions, and whispered: "How could it be?"
"You don't understand women at all." Luo Xun propped up his forehead. "Relationships are too complicated. I can't explain them to a straight man like you in a short time. But love isn't a business. It's not black and white. If you agree on 10 million, then it's 10 million. Love can sometimes be two-faced."
"Relationships are all about getting along with each other. You're in this situation where you can't build without breaking down. You have to break down first and then build up."
"It's broken," Luo Xun said, "how you build it back up depends on your own luck."
Having said that, Luo Xun suddenly stretched out a hand and frowned.
Pei Hanzhou thought he was going to make some important points, so he looked over with his fingers together.
Luo Xun: "What a lousy boat! It's shaking so hard I want to vomit."
Pei Hanzhou: “…”
Luo Xun narrowed his eyes at his expression and said, "Why, your wife's opinion is important, but Luo Xun's health is not important?"
After thinking for a long time, Pei Hanzhou said, "I'm wondering how credible your words are."
"Everything is believable," Luo Xun vowed. "Have you forgotten how half the cheerleading team came to give me love letters?"
Pei Hanzhou: "Where did the other half go?"
"Isn't it, I sent it to you?"
“…”
Finally, Lin Luosang stared at his phone in a daze for a long time with red eyes.
Pei Hanzhou agreed briefly without asking her the reason. He even signed while thinking, and his tone was calm.
She thought that maybe it was true. The last time she left, he didn't agree. Maybe it happened suddenly and he wasn't ready. A man who made love with women didn't like being put in a passive position, so he rushed back.
But this time he was prepared, so her leaving didn't feel like anything to him, and it wouldn't be hard for him to bear.
As she expected—
This is perfect. Except for her own labor pains, everyone will get the best ending.
They won't torture each other because of emotional problems, he won't have to let his life and work be disrupted by unfounded things, and she won't have to worry about repeating her mother's mistakes.
Her marriage with Pei Hanzhou was very special. They had no children and never asked about each other's families. Friends and relatives understood that they were just taking what they wanted from each other. It would be better for them to break up as soon as possible so that it would not have any impact or shadow on the people around them or the parties involved.
Sheng Qianye stood beside her, touched her head, and said, "I actually understand."
"When I was a kid, the water heater at home was very high, and there was no one to help me get water. One time, I got scalded while pouring water. Later, on the set, I didn't want to touch warm water anymore. I was instinctively afraid of steaming water. That day, the staff placed a newly bought porcelain vase in a bowl to soak and disinfect it. Someone passing by accidentally knocked the bowl over. Even though I knew the bowl of water had been there for a long time and shouldn't be hot, my first reaction when I saw it steaming was to avoid it."
"We should be prepared for anything. Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance that the worst outcome will happen, it is still possible."
The stress response is instinctive, beyond the control of reason and thought. Even if you convince yourself countless times to accept it, you will inevitably think of the worst-case scenario. Without any worries or constraints, you can escape, and of course you don't want to take the risk.
What's more, for Lin Luosang, the shadow of a failed marriage caused by unequal love is even closely related to life and death.
Such torment and torture cannot be erased by others simply saying "be brave" while standing by and watching.
Lin Luosang tilted his head and said, "I've also wondered if filing for divorce would have any impact on him, but after thinking about it, I think it probably wouldn't."
Sheng Qianye: "How do you mean?"
"A long time ago at the wedding, you all left first, leaving Pei Hanzhou and I alone. He stood in front of the wedding car and told me with certainty that he would never fall in love with anyone else, and certainly wouldn't have a soft spot."
"His instincts and subconscious mind probably resisted liking me. Perhaps all that care, the dates, the dresses, he just thought was what a husband should do. The first time I asked for a divorce, he was probably uncomfortable with me suddenly being out of control and wanted to do something to salvage the relationship." Lin Luosang smiled. "We just got married, and I already had a wedding dress, but he still went to the trouble of custom-making a Valentino dress for me. The housekeeper said he wanted me to have one too because others had it."
"Maybe he's just that kind of person. It's wrong to think too much."
Lin Luosang stood up and said, "I'm not that cowardly. If I were sure that the other person loved me, we could have overcome and faced many things together. Unfortunately, Pei Hanzhou told me from the beginning that he wouldn't love me, and he never changed his mind."
What she wanted was actually very simple.
As long as the love you give her is strong, passionate and exclusive enough so that she can feel it, she will not be confused.
Pei Hanzhou's business trip lasted three days. Despite Luo Xun's persuasion, he still completed all the work as planned and then went home.
Before going home, I subconsciously wanted to ask the assistant where she lived, but before I had time to type, I remembered that she should have left.
He finally returned to her home in Y City, where she lived most often.
Before she came, the house usually only had the living room light on, which was his idea. But when she was home, she always liked to turn on most of the lights in the house.
He could always tell whether she had returned based on the light.
Strangely enough, when he opened the door, all the lights in the house were on.
It gives people the illusion that she is still there.
The man stood there for a few seconds, wanting to know the whole story, but afraid that he was just being disappointed.
I want to know where she is, but I'm afraid she's not here.
The housekeeper was standing behind him, noticing his hesitation, and whispered, "Madam said she was worried you wouldn't be used to being home, so she turned on all the lights in the house."
The man closed his eyes: "She's gone, right?"
"Well, the assistant came to pack up the things the day before yesterday." The housekeeper hesitated for a while, and finally said, "Yesterday, the madam went to see the old man."
The man suddenly tilted his head and frowned: "Did she talk about divorce?"
"No, when the old man asked, she said everything was fine and told him to rest and recuperate. She even peeled an apple for him."
His fingers suddenly trembled.
The housekeeper said, "Madam probably means that until you find a better way to comfort the old man, she will stay with you and take care of his emotions. After all, she knows that he is very important to you."
The man gritted his teeth, his Adam's apple rolling several times, and finally asked, "Did she say anything else?"
"No, they just told us not to spray the floral perfume anymore, to open the room for ventilation regularly, and to isolate us in the area where Zhao Xuanya appeared."
The housekeeper slapped his head as he spoke, "Oh, I forgot."
The housekeeper took out a small instrument from the cabinet and handed it over. "Madam said that when she was cleaning out her things, she realized that she had bought this for you, but then forgot to give it to you, so she asked us to pass it on to you."
Pei Hanzhou took it and saw that it was written on the box that it was an eye massager.
The housekeeper said, "Madam said you often don't get enough rest. When you feel tired, you can wear this massage for a while. She said it will be very comfortable."
His heart was filled with a chorus of emotions, but in the end he didn't say a word and just answered with a "hmm".
After some deliberation and hesitation, the butler bowed and whispered, "Madam is not heartless or ungrateful. In fact, Madam... is doing this for you."
…
After the housekeeper left, the man stood alone in the living room for a long time.
The flowers in the vase on the table were arranged by her, the painting in the middle of the study was hung by her, the lemon slices in the refrigerator were cut by her, and the thermos was also bought by her.
When she was around, I often felt that she was elusive and I had no idea where she was.
But now that she is gone, I feel like her shadow is everywhere.
The man opened the wardrobe and saw that all the ties had been tied and neatly placed in the drawers. She probably spent more than half an hour folding them before leaving.
In fact, he had always done it on purpose. He deliberately tied his tie crooked in front of her, deliberately wanting to see her angrily correct it for him, and while correcting him, he also questioned his ability to live.
Inexplicably, I find it very cute.
At a certain moment, breathing in her scent that filled the air, he thought of a lot.
I thought of her dozing off in the chair, complaining coquettishly that her hair wouldn't dry no matter how hard she tried;
I remember her hunched over her desk, struggling for a vocal track for ages, and finally asking him, an amateur, to come to her rescue;
I remember her with her hair full of pens, biting the pens while preaching the fallacy that inspiration would increase;
Thinking of the occasional quarrels between them and the tense atmosphere when they fell asleep back to back, he would secretly turn off the heating and wait for her to roll into his arms without realizing it in the middle of the night, and then everything would be solved.
She existed so vividly and lively, existing beside him and in his room, seeping into his body and becoming a habit as natural as breathing.
I don’t seem to know what I like about her, nor when I fell in love with her.
Was it the time he thought she was beautiful while she played the piano? Or the warm atmosphere he felt while they cooked candied pears? Or the caring he felt when she asked him late at night if he had eaten?
Or maybe, the affection started too early, and it had already quietly warmed and deteriorated in the countless details of their interactions, so naturally that he didn't even notice the change.
But one morning, I looked at her sleeping face with her guard down, and wanted to tuck her hair behind her ears, but then I pulled my hand back for fear of disturbing her sleep.
He suddenly felt that anything was fine, as long as she was there.
It doesn’t matter what happens. It doesn’t matter if I don’t love him, it doesn’t matter if I love his fame, wealth and status, it doesn’t matter if I throw tantrums and need him to coax me every day, as long as I can be with him.
If I had realized what she wanted earlier, if I had given her more without waiting for her to ask, would she have wanted to leave less?
That night, he unsurprisingly couldn't sleep, tossing and turning, and seeing her empty space next to the pillow, if she were there, she would have turned over by now, with her legs on him, her hand against his throat, occupying most of the bed.
It seems that there is nothing good about her. She almost drowned in a swimming pool that was only 1.3 meters high. She could offend him by making any dish or buying any dessert. Using his money to support her music was like having an extramarital affair.
But why are all those frames so vivid in his mind? She ate his first spoonful of fried rice with a legitimate reason, she clattered away on the keyboard when he finally fell asleep, and she never knew when inspiration would strike and she would leave him and start writing lyrics.
She was a nuisance, she did whatever she wanted and didn't take him seriously, and in the first few minutes, she didn't always make him happy.
He lay on the edge of the bed, thinking about how he was used to living alone. At first, he was not used to having a new member in the family, nor was he used to her strange sleeping posture. He was woken up again and again, and even wanted to sleep separately.
But why is she not here now?
But I couldn't sleep.
I've gotten used to it, and even when I sleep alone, I always leave an empty seat for her.
After leaving the Pei family, Lin Luosang moved into the house that Yue Hui found for her.
The first few days were spent unpacking and moving furniture. When they were about to start their move, Yue Hui said, "I'm helping you look at properties in Chenyuanju. When I find a suitable one, I'll buy you two. You can stay here temporarily for the next few days. There are many artists here, the security is tight, and the transportation is convenient. I haven't found any shortcomings yet."
Lin Luosang nodded and nodded at his clothes.
Yue Hui stood beside the chair and looked at her for a long time before he asked teasingly, "Did you have a fight?"
She didn't answer.
"Married couples are like this. They quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. From what I see, you won't move out for long. You might just go back in a few days." Yue Hui said, "I have a very strong feeling about this."
"My premonitions are pretty accurate. The last time I predicted NetDream's stock was going to fall, it dropped several points the next day."
Yue Hui started sharing how accurate his premonitions were. Xiao Nuan came over and discussed business with Lin Luosang: "Sangsang, did you receive the song invitation from Seven?"
Seven is a boy group formed in the first season of "The Development Plan". It is a limited group that lasts for more than a year and is about to disband. A disbandment concert will be held.
The concert repertoire was still missing one song. They planned to compose an exclusive, limited theme song for the concert, but the band members had already written their own personal hit songs. In the limited time, they could only think of asking Lin Luosang to compose the limited repertoire.
It just so happened that Lin Luosang was recently appointed as the producer mentor for the second season of "Development Plan", which is also closely related to the program.
"I know. They approached me before, and I said I was a bit busy then. But now that I'm the producer of the second season, it seems like a good time to write a song."
Xiao Nuan: "I looked for you before 69 Days disbanded, right?"
Yue Hui was talking excitedly when his expression suddenly changed. He leaned in and asked gossipingly, "69? What do you mean by 69?"
Lin Luosang:?
Xiao Nuan spilled the tea in her hand.
Lin Luosang: "Days. They asked me to sing a song when there were still 69 days left for Seven to disband."
"Oh, yes," Yue Hui retracted his habitual half-ears, "He contacted us again a few days ago, saying that time is tight. Do you want to write a song anyway?"
"Yes," Lin Luosang nodded, "I'm already writing it and I'm almost done."
Yue Hui had no idea that she had any stock: "When did you write it?"
"I turned them down before, but I suddenly got some inspiration after watching their performance a few days ago. I practiced writing a few things and thought to myself, if they come back, I'll give it to them. If not, forget it."
"Fuck, you're so foresighted and quick to act." Yue Hui said, "Then I'll tell them that you'll give me the song in a couple of days."
"good."
After finishing their work, Yue Hui and Xiao Nuan left first. Facing the spacious but somewhat empty home, Lin Luosang suddenly missed the other side.
She opened the suitcase and cleared her luggage when there was a sudden knock on the door. It turned out to be the housekeeper.
Lin Luosang was stunned for a moment: "...What's the matter?"
The butler took the glutinous rice ball out from behind him and placed it on the ground: "Sir said this is for you, after all, you are its owner now."
She opened her lips and said, "But, if we change the program, can't it call someone else?"
"Please accept it," said the butler. "You can't leave home without taking anything. This is at least a token of your master's kindness."
After standing face to face with the housekeeper for a long time, she could only nod and say, "Okay."
Ma Tuan was swaying beside him, and at some moments it really seemed like everything was still the same as usual.
She stood on the windowsill and asked without much hope: "Ma Tuan, have you updated your system?"
"Updated," Ma Tuan said. "At 9:17:26 this morning, the system update was activated, which lasted for an hour and a half. At 12:05, the program was recompiled, which lasted for ten minutes."
She wanted to know if Pei Hanzhou had changed his name: "Do you still know who your father is now?"
"I know," the little thing said in a childish and mechanical voice, without any emotion, "My father is the master's husband."
It hasn't been changed.
Lin Luosang: "So what did you do with the upgrades and updates?"
"If the master is curious, why not let me order some takeout and try it."
"Okay," Lin Luosang said, "Let's order takeout. Let's order the second-best-selling dish from the third-best-selling restaurant."
Ma Tuan's light flickered on, and after searching for a while, he said, "That's not allowed."
It was the first time that Ma Tuan said no to her. Lin Luosang frowned and asked, "Why not?"
"That restaurant's flavor doesn't accept comments. It contains minced ginger and garlic. My program tells me that the owner doesn't eat onions, ginger, and garlic, especially minced ginger."
…
The scene of having dinner face to face with Pei Hanzhou at that time came to her mind. She remembered how she had confidently talked about her preferences at that time, completely unaware that the scene at this moment could match the same scene at that time exactly.
She slowly squatted down, put her fingers on Ma Tuan's head and stroked it gently.
“When was this program written?”
Ma Tuan: "This is not programmed. This is what my father told me before I left."
Ma Tuan stepped back and said in a circle: "Dad remembers everything the master said, and I will remember everything Dad said too."
She was stunned for a long time before she managed a smile and said, "I understand."
She thought that the frustration would only last for a short while. After all, a short pain is worse than a long one. But this short period of pain seemed too long for her. When she was working, she couldn't help but think of him.
Even she, who usually has such good sleep quality, would wake up suddenly for no apparent reason these days, as if something was missing beside her when she turned over, leaving her feeling empty and feeble, and she would always step on empty air when she had no support.
Did she always put her legs on him before?
Her body's reaction was too honest. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh.
His temper seemed to be better than she thought, and he didn't even tell her about this.
The second day's schedule was the usual studio rehearsal. The song that Lin Luosang was going to rehearse this time was called "Trapped Beast", which was her favorite song in more than ten episodes, and the stage had been prepared for a long time.
This song is not only difficult to sing, but the props are also extremely complicated, and her movements also have many variations.
After practicing for most of the day, the lights came on and night was approaching.
She was watching a performance for Ximu during her break when she was caught off guard by a cry of surprise: "Stop practicing, come and watch the drone show!!"
Yue Hui looked back and said, "Drone show? Holy shit, why is there a drone show today?"
Ximu had just finished her performance and was walking down the stage. Lin Luosang handed her the recorded video and offered a few suggestions. Ximu put away her phone and asked, "Let's go, do you want to go see the drones?"
"Really?" she asked. "How come I didn't know there was a drone show today?"
"I wasn't notified either. It must be a surprise prepared by someone. I'd bet I'd see it. A drone show can't be that bad."
Yue Hui: "That's right, let's go out and get some fresh air."
Lin Luosang and the others walked to the window, and Xiao Nuan opened it.
This location faces the river not far away. The cross-river bridge runs straight through to both ends. Warm lights are lined up around the bridge. From a distance, they look like sky lanterns rising from the river, bright and poetic.
"You're looking in the wrong place," Ximu pressed her head to the side, "I think you've gone crazy, woman. Why are you looking at the bridge that's lit every day instead of the drone that's so bright?"
Xiao Nuan was amused and leaned to the side, smiling with her eight neat teeth showing.
Lin Luosang turned his head to look at the drones rising from the river. He didn't know how many drones were used, nor how many people were needed to operate them. The dotted drones were changing shapes on the river surface, and their colors were bright and dark, like rippling waves, rolling in rows.
Xiao Nuan recorded a short video and shared it on WeChat Moments while asking, "Whose drone is this?"
"Sorry," Yue Hui said, taking a sip of milk tea. "It's ridiculous to say this, but I can only think of Zhou Ha."
Ximu put his hands in his pockets and said, "Looking at the situation, it seems to be Pei Hanzhou's work."
"Are you crazy?" Lin Luosang was the first to jump out and urge everyone to wake up. "How can you—"
Before she could finish her words, the opening lighting created by the drone ended and the show got to the point. Her name suddenly appeared dazzlingly on the surface of the river. The three words "Lin Luosang" were clearly formed by the drones and then lined up.
"Hey, hey, hey," Yue Hui said, "What did you just say?"
Lin Luosang said: "Maybe it's the fans' support."
"Why is today worthy of fan support? First, it's not your birthday, and second, it's not your concert. It's just a variety show that's about to end. How can a fan club organize such a grand event?"
Like fireworks exploding, layers of purple light appeared, forming a small microphone. Then, the titles of each of her songs in the competition appeared on the sky in turn.
Vermillion, opportunity, tail...
When a song title appears, the color in front of it will fade a little. After a while, all the lights will dim.
No one knew what formation the drones were forming in the sky. Everyone was wondering whether it was time to applaud when, with a loud bang, a line of words appeared in the air in a bold and high-profile manner.
The Lin Luosang audio-visual feast ended successfully.
Yue Hui choked for half a second before he started cursing, "You have a lot of money at home, yet you're acting like this? You're crazy! Is it worth celebrating a variety show's finale this way?! I didn't even get a drone with my name on it on my birthday!!"
There is a large park along the river with many tourists. At this moment, they are gathered by the river to watch the drone show. The moment the last line of words was displayed, even though he was far away, Lin Luosang could hear the loud cheers and screams from the crowd.
She didn't understand what this meant for a moment, but she could hear the whistles around her. Everyone was more excited than her and was almost dancing around her.
"Our Sangsang is so impressive. He's so arrogant about recruiting an official. I wonder if he actually thought today was the 100th anniversary of Zhou's founding."
"I've really never seen anything like this before. The scene is so shocking, and every word is so powerful! Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
On the other side, Pei Hanzhou was about to watch the broadcast sent by his assistant when Luo Xun suddenly broke into the office.
Pei Hanzhou usually has complicated feelings when facing Luo Xun.
On the one hand, I think that although this person is a bit stupid, he can still say a few useful words at the critical moment;
On the other hand, at some critical moments, he really hoped that Luo Xun would never speak again in his life.
The man paused for a few seconds, but ultimately didn't open the drone show video. He tilted his head and asked, "What's wrong?"
"When I was choosing a gift for Xianxian just now, I saw something—"
The man curled his lips and said knowingly, "You haven't caught up with Ye Xian yet."
Luo Xun: ???
Is it the pot calling the kettle black?
Luo Xun also smiled wryly: "Looking at you like this, it seems like you are very proud of your relationship."
“…”
Pei Hanzhou: "Please go out."
"Do you think I want to stay with you any longer? If it weren't for mocking you, every step I take would be meaningless." Luo Xun handed over the phone, "Let me ask, is this you?"
Pei Hanzhou looked at it for a long time without understanding it: "What is this?"
Luo Xun: "Idiot."
Pei Hanzhou:?
"You don't understand this? I think you're dead," Luo Xun said. "The gist is, a health drink brand recruited several well-known singers to promote their product. They then gave each singer a dedicated link, also known as a single link. Fans could simply access their idol's link to make a purchase. Ultimately, the brand would look at who had the best sales potential, whose fans had the strongest purchasing power, and who had the highest conversion rate."
"To boost sales, not only will fans of each group secretly compete to get first place in overall sales, but fans will also compete among themselves. For example, Lin Luosang is currently number one, and she also has a ranking of fan purchases. Generally, the top three get exclusive prizes, so fans will compete."
Pei Hanzhou: "So?"
Luo Xun: "Hey, can't you see the ID of the first place? Are you blind?"
The man took another closer look and found that the ID was indeed a bit glaring: [Lin Luosang’s official husband]
?
How come it’s genuine?
Who allowed it?
Luo Xun looked at him and tutted his tongue pitifully. "So Lin Luosang's real husband isn't you."
Pei Hanzhou: "Now."
Luo Xun:?
"You can either leave on your own or I'll call security. You choose."
“…”
After Luo Xun left in silence, the man stared at the page for a long time until a call came in from Lawyer Qin, whom he often worked with.
Lawyer Qin hesitated for a moment, thinking that he and Pei Hanzhou had worked together for several years and had some things to talk about, so he said, "I heard that you and your wife are getting a divorce?"
Pei Hanzhou: "...Who said that?"
"He said this when we were drinking last time. I've been waiting for several days for you to talk to me about the divorce agreement, but you haven't found someone else..."
"No," the man said firmly, "Don't listen to his nonsense. It's not true."
Lawyer Qin:?
"Are you really not looking for other lawyers to work with? But to be honest, we've been together for several years, so you and I are definitely more..."
"There is no divorce contract, and there won't be one in the future. Just abide by the prenuptial agreement." After a pause, Pei Hanzhou said, "If my wife comes to you to discuss the divorce contract, you can't accept it."
After saying that, the phone was hung up coldly.
Lawyer Qin:???
He felt like he was being played, but he couldn't tell who was playing him.
After hanging up the phone, the man looked at the ID and felt even more displeased.
After a while, he came up with a solution and applied for twenty new user numbers.
…
Lin Luosang was being teased about the drone when Yue Hui suddenly exclaimed, "Fuck!" and stepped into the crowd, asking Lin Luosang, "Is there a bug on your page?"
"What bug?"
"Didn't you endorse a beverage before? Lately, they've been doing some sales promotion on a single chain. Didn't I show you a couple of days ago? The top three were just some confessions from fans or fan clubs."
"I just had a sudden thought and took another look. Damn, it looks like the code is broken."
Lin Luosang took the phone curiously and scanned the ranking list.
Only the top 20 are shown on the page.
She remembered that the first place was called something like "Zhengpai", the second place was called "Sang's Baby", and the third place was one of her stations.
As a result, at this moment, the list was cold and barren. The top twenty were all default users without avatars, and their usernames were -
User 1257843
User 1257548
User 1257888
User 1257876
…
Lin Luosang: ???
What is this... a zombie account?
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