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After eating fish, Han Cheng, holding a snowball made into a porcelain-like lump, sighed again while gnawing.
Not to mention making fish soup to drink, just boiling some hot water would be nice. Unlike now, every sip I take is like an icy path from my mouth to my stomach. All the warmth painstakingly accumulated is gone, not a bit left. It's just bone-chilling, not a bit uplifting.
I need to make a
In this primitive era, living in a tribe that relied on fishing and ...
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