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... ain echoed from the pitch-black tunnel. The dwarf, who had just crawled out of the passage, had to turn back. He saw Little Roman walking out with tearful eyes, her hands clutching her forehead.
"What’s wrong?" The old dwarf brushed aside the merchant girl’s left hand and saw the tearful Little Roman with a red bump on her snowy forehead. He couldn’t help but widen his eyes and said angrily, "Bumped your head again? Haven’t I told you—this passage is specially dug for me, it’s obviously ...
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