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It was raining and thundering at night. Lightning occasionally illuminated the restless refugees' faces under the eaves of the courier station.
Hundreds of steps away from the courier station, a person with an umbrella was walking towards the courier station on the broad official road.
The umbrella was the most common oil-paper umbrella, and its surface was painted with green lotus leaves and pink lotuses. The hand that held the umbrella was scarlet, and the fingers we ...
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