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... aked the mop head in the bucket, the cotton strands spreading out like submerged hair, the filth dispersing in the water.
Qin Nuo stared into the bucket, lost in thought for a moment: "This mop is heavier than I imagined. Am I holding an ordinary mop, or a human mop?"
Quickly, Qin Nuo shook his head.
What it is doesn't matter; what matters is what I believe it to be, and that's enough.
Qin Nuo moved between the shelves, taking advantage of his free time to observe ...
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