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... a black sedan.
By then, An Nuan's mouth was stuffed with cloth, unable to make a sound.
On the quiet night in the already sparse small town, there were pitifully few people around. A sliver of a waning moon lingered whimsically in the sky, looking extremely lonely.
An Nuan did not know where she would be taken, and was also filled with tremendous fear.
It turned out that no matter how many times one went through this, one still could not face death with equanimity ...
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