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... ook a deep breath and stepped in.
The visitation room, less than ten square meters, was separated by a layer of tempered glass, with several finger-sized holes in the glass to allow sound to pass through.
As soon as he entered, a frail and miserable figure immediately threw herself onto the glass, tears streaming as she looked at him, calling, "Brother. Brother, are you here to take me home? Where’s mom? Why didn’t she come?"
She eagerly added, "It’s so cold here, I want ...
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