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Standing under the dilapidated low eaves, behind him was the setting sun, its twilight casting across his surroundings. Jiang Zhihao felt as if he had just woken from a dream.,The mother and child clung to each other, their faces etched with grief. It was a memory he would never forget, the most painful of his life.,But Zhong Jiawei's obvious disgust in her eyes made Jiang Zhihao heartbroken.。

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