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... t potato in his hand, already frozen hard like a stone.
The little girl stood up from the ground herself and patted the snow off her backside.
Her watery eyes shimmered with a soft glow: "Big brother, next time I'll give you a delicious sweet potato. Please give this one back to me."
Her voice was soft and pitiful.
In such a gloomy winter, her curled lashes couldn't hide the brightness of her eyes.
Feng Fuce's left hand still held a long knife stained with ...
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