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The afternoon sun was bright, bright, warm and unscorching.

Su Jingya carried one in her arms while carrying the other on her back. She stood pitifully in front of the 68 storey hotel and looked up at the roof with a pitiful expression.

She had been pouting with her big, watery eyes filled with a thin layer of mist, as if she was about to cry.

His hair was disheveled, his clothes were tattered