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... "Boom..."
"Crackle..."
In the sky, dark clouds gathered, thick lightning madly struck, wild winds howled, and torrential rain poured down.
Inside the bamboo hut, Gan Song held a bowl of rice, squatting by the door, watching the rainwater flow along the gutter at the doorway, and glancing at the leak-free roof, feeling very conflicted.
"Even when the tribe was still around, we never lived in such a good house..."
Since losing an arm, Gan Song has been very ...
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