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... corner of her mouth, and then walked straight into the kitchen. However, the scar-faced man behind her glued his gaze on her, his face expressionless, but the sensation of pins and needles on her back was really unpleasant.
Deeply anxious inside, Dong Huiying hung her head in dejection.
She tried her best to ignore the man shadowing her like a specter, and instead picked up a handful of wheat bran to wash clean, before starting to look for the tools needed to start a fire.
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