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... uddenly, with a "pop", the severed hand that was tied to the silver line fell into the river, causing a slight ripple that spread out.
Ye Anping wore a straw raincoat and sat at the front of the boat with a fishing rod in his hand. His dark purple eyes stared at the floating fish not far ahead, and his expression was somewhat hopeless. The empty fish basket beside him explained everything.
---He had been 'empty fishing' for three consecutive days.
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