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... nded high, its rays pouring down, searing the earth, the temperature having crept past forty degrees without anyone noticing.
For cities known as furnaces, forty-degree heat was not uncommon, but for the Spirit Mountain region in the middle of the Sichuan-Tibet Line, this was as rare as a maiden’s first journey in a bridal sedan.
Under the blazing sun, Ye Fan, with an old black canvas bag on his back, walked alongside the highway.
Standing at about one meter eighty, Ye Fa ...
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