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... xi rode his bicycle back home, a cloth bag hanging from the handlebars, already soaked by the rain. He didn’t care much about it, pedaling so fast that he accidentally splashed through a puddle, sending water flying everywhere.
Luckily, it wasn’t rush hour, or he would’ve earned himself a scolding for splashing someone.
Zhuang Zhixi swiftly turned into the alley. The charred corpse that had been lying there that morning had already been taken away. Truth be told, Zhuang Zhixi had ...
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