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During the war against the Japanese army, at the last moment before his death, holding that little dilapidated sachet in his palm, he actually felt very happy.
Little by little, his consciousness drifted back to the year when he was thirteen, the summer was hot, but that was the first time he had warmth.
At the age of thirteen, he was kicked out of the yard by his mother. He hugged his broken leg and curled up on the threshold, trying to hide f ...
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