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... ly melted from the withered branches of the crabapple tree, the carved window was slightly pushed open.
Shen Roujia propped her chin on her hand, gazing at the desolate scene outside. She couldn’t suppress the joy on her face. “Spring is here…”
For ninety long days, she had endured these hopeless days.
She was about to die, in this year’s spring.
Shen Roujia sometimes wondered if doing too many bad things would really bring retribution.
Back then, in the S ...
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