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She muttered, "Tan Yizhe, I hate you." He dragged his furry slippers and walked into the bedroom. He laid down on the bed and covered himself with a blanket. Some of them were no different from normal people, except for the tears that were still flowing down their faces.

Soon, An Shengmei lay motionless in her bed. The sounds of cars passing by began to resound outside the window