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... oman, slightly baffled as to why, if the bag truly contained bedding, she would cherish it so dearly.
The woman lowered her head, rubbing her grimy hands on her clothes with the help of the rainwater, revealing a bit of their original color. Her voice tinged with melancholy, she said, "Back in my village, it wouldn’t matter if you knew the person or not; the moment someone cries for help, everyone from young to old lends a hand. Who knew city folk could be so indifferent, not even bother ...
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