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... her again the three of us and share a simple bowl of cabbage soup.
But the past could not be changed and the what-ifs were set in stone; all that remained in the dust of this earth — tragedy.
The candle flickered and slowly died.
In the deep of the night.
Snow fell heavily like sheets of cotton and a thick blanket soon covered everything.
Feng Zhiwei walked silently wearing only a thin dress. The cold snow came up to her ankles and cut deep to her bones, b ...
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