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... outine consisted only of pedaling his tricycle, resting, cycling, resting...
He spoke less and less.
The water supply in his Storage Space was also gradually dwindling.
Licking his dry lips, he comforted himself, "Maybe I’ll find it tomorrow."
[Maybe tomorrow really will come...] Miss Conch also began to doubt life, feeling immense pressure and secretly wondering if she had remembered wrongly.
Lu Yuan’s clothes were coated with a thick layer of salt crust, ...
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