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... ng a deep look at the courtyard, Zhang Xiaoshan turned his head and pedaled his bicycle, leaving this place that brought him countless memories.
There were few pedestrians on the street, and the cold winter wind seemed to be holding a sharp sword, piercing through Zhang Xiaoshan's tightly wrapped leather jacket, not to mention his exposed face, being stabbed by it again and again, excruciating pain.
When he came to the small courtyard, Zhang Xiaoshan pushed open the door, and Qin H ...
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