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... Wang Cuihua also started to rack her brains, thinking divergently.
She went to the neighbor’s house and borrowed a small cymbal.
Don’t be fooled by its palm size; as a folk percussion instrument, it makes quite the uproar, with a sound that is both piercing and harsh.
Wang Cuihua rushed over, excitedly beating her son to the punch and answering the phone first.
"Hello?"
"Chen Hansui, I was with your man again today. He wore a white shirt and took it off to ...
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