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... kind of apocalypse? Resources are exhausted, and even in the daytime, there is no desolation and tragic shroud in sunlight.
Lu Dingzhen's black eyes narrowed slightly, his expression solemn.
The line of sight passed through the only bright light in the center, and looked towards the corner of the second row hidden in the dark.
I saw a woman with short hair and some perm, standing there.
The yellow T-shirt was a bit ill-fitting, making her look thin and malnourished.< ...
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