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Standing under the dilapidated low eaves, behind him was the setting sun, its twilight casting across his surroundings. Jiang Zhihao felt as if he had just woken from a dream.,The old door creaked open, and the first thing you saw was Erling lying on the floor, playing with a broken plastic train.,However, the table alone feels a bit cold and slightly detracts from the overall aesthetic.。

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