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... window, it was still lively, but the dumplings by his side gradually cooled, and he had no appetite.
Since going blind, he found it increasingly difficult to control his emotions, often feeling a violent impulse. Most times, he tried hard to restrain these feelings, but there were always moments when he lost control.
Like just now.
An innocent flowerpot bumped into him, and suddenly, the rage in his heart became uncontrollable, and he smashed it to pieces.
But af ...
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