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The fire had long since gone out.

The person next to him was covered in a thick layer of sand, as if he had been buried.

In the rain, he was heartbroken. "Little girl, little girl …"

He used both of his hands to pull her up, her body almost stiff and cold in his embrace.

He carried her into the house amidst the rain and wind. "Quick, someone, get some clean clothes and cook the ginger soup