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... e misty drizzle from the sky, fine as ox hairs, fluttered down, rendering the peaks in the early morninga hazy layering of drizzle-like gauze, faint and ethereal, like fog or mist.
A few pieces of wet joss paper scattered beside the road, accompanied by a faint, sorrowful wailing, added a touch of melancholy to the spring rain.
"Father, your daughter is living well now, and my husband treats me kindly. Rest assured, and stay with mother more..." Zhang Shuniang’s eyes were moist, ...
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