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, the redder their faces and thicker their necks became. But it has to be said, when war comes, it's always ordinary people who stand on the front lines.Just like having drinks and chatting, some weal...nto darkness. 。She couldn't forget that night, nor the person, nor the despair and helplessness of that moment. 。Her soul was deeply wounded, every memory a sharp blade ruthlessly tearing at her heart...