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... scent of medicinal herbs, permeating every corner.
Jiang Shouzhong sat on the doorstep, resting his cheeks on his hands, his brows furrowed tightly, his face full of sorrow. Every so often, he patted his head as if to vent his irritation.
On the other side of the threshold, a boy named Hu was happily eating a bowl of lumpy noodle soup.
The sound of "slurp, slurp" was unusually clear in the quiet room, occasionally accompanied by the sound of sniffing.
He would occ ...
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