Remembering my past life
The cold north wind rolls the water of Xiaonan River, which has always been calm, and constantly impacts the low dam. The wind in October has made people feel a little cold. Chen Ping sat on the windowsill and let the north wind blow his face, looking solemnly at the small building on the other side of the river. It was just an ordinary five-storey building, but it made him feel more confused...
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