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... e listened attentively to the footsteps.
The footsteps stopped at the entrance of the Qiao house. The person seemed hesitant and, after a while, raised his hand to knock on the door. The knocks were soft.
Boy number three gestured for Qiao Xiaomai to respond.
“Who is it?” shouted Qiao Xiaomai, her voice also soft.
“Me.” A vaguely familiar voice responded. The visitor deliberately lowered his voice and Qiao Xiaomai had trouble recalling who it might be.
“Qi ...
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