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... ain took Bai Ningbing’s hand. Their fingers intertwined, just like any other young couple, as they strolled down this old street. It was as if they had traveled through time, back to a bygone era. This place was not a commercial street; it was quite small, and the buildings were all more than a decade or two old. Small restaurants wafted the aroma of stir-fried meat, and older men and women sat at their doorsteps playing cards and chatting. The air was filled with the noisy sounds of people, and ...
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