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It wasn't too cold in October, and there were occasional gusts of wind. In front of a stone tablet in the city's cemetery stood a very handsome boy of about ten years old. Between the brows, there was a hint of maturity that did not match his actual age. Not far away stood a middle-aged man, looking benevolently at the back of the little boy.

"Mom, when Hao has helped you vent your anger