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... , so she didn't feel her life was that bad.
But Fang Heng was different. He had once stood atop the clouds. He rode in carriages worth hundreds of taels of silver and lived in houses worth thousands of taels. His clothes might be worth tens of taels of silver on a whim. He was so dazzling, his life so abundant, yet he had to eat mush and mushroom soup, endure the cold and starve, wandering the streets.
The difference was harder and more bitter for him than for Jiang Sheng.
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