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There are people here who have a good night's sleep, but there are people who are too lonely to sleep.

Moo Qinghuai sat on the side of the bed, half a cigarette in his left hand. White smoke rose up, but he did not take a breath. He let it burn on its own. He held a photo frame in his right hand and kept rubbing the young woman in the photo with his fingertips. He muttered to himself