Fates Exchanged
When I saw my best friend tending to the elderly man upstairs with such diligence in washing his clothes, cooking his meals, feeding him medicine, and giving him massages, I immediately knew that she had been reborn, too.
In my previous life, my best friend and I shared an apartment. We were often awakened in the middle of the night by the old man’s cough from upstairs.
When I went up to check on him, I learned that his legs were paralyzed, and he had no children or family.
Out of sympathy, I decided to care for him. I brought him his daily meals and gave him massages.
A month later, out of the blue, the old man mysteriously handed me a bank card and said, “There’s eight million here.
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