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... her was already poor, and although there were now clear distinctions between day and night, the days were short and the nights long.
As soon as night fell, fist-sized icicles fell from the sky, striking the tent.
Luckily, Hua Mi’s waterproof oilcloth was ample; no matter how high the market demand was, she never ran out.
Blizzards raged, and outside the waterproof oilcloth, a thick layer of snow had already accumulated.
Thus, the survivors, armed with shovels, com ...
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