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... to the small black house in Yejia.

The little black house that no one had ever stepped in was opened, and the door slammed open. The air was cold, and a gust of wind rolled from the inside of the house, blowing people to be cold.

Ye Jiarou was shackled and her body was controlled. She could not get away. She could only use her fingers to hold the door frame when she wanted to push her into the dark room.

"You can't shut me in, I am Miss San of Ye Family!" Ye Jia was panicked ...

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How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

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