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... next door was relatively quiet.
Only occasionally a crackling noise was heard in the stove on the ground. Li Nanheng went in and walked directly to the pile of beds, the only one lying on the bed.
On the bed bulging, Feng Ling was lying still inside, even the quilt was still covering her head.
Yesterday San Fat said that Feng Ling was not feeling well these days, but she did n’t know what happened. She always covered her head with a quilt when she slept, did n’t talk, and di ...
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