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Qi Xiaojin took a deep breath.
It was the smell of peace.
Ever since the apocalypse descended, rainy days represented bad weather, represented being hunted, represented the spread of toxic fog, represented so much more... but none of which were pleasant words.
Only that rainy night, when two severely injured people had to huddle together in a dark corner to keep warm due to their thin clothing, that scene remained forever in Qi Xiaojin's heart.
That rainy day ...
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