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... w, piercing the gloom of the basement room. Yellow rays cut across the shadows, occasionally catching a mosquito flitting by.
It was June—humid and stifling. The air was thick with the smell of mold.
Though the damp had given Li Leqin a rash, he had no other choice.
This was the only place he could afford.
Two years ago, when the Pacific War broke out, Li Leqin lost all financial support.
His family back in Jiangsu could no longer send money, and as a self ...
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