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Mi Xiang took the bowl from her mother's hand and ate it heartily. While she was eating, she looked up at the wooden clock on the wall. It was already past twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. It was still raining outside, and the "squeaking" eaves hung with white flowers from the eaves, and fell on the rice-threshing barrels under the eaves, making a loud sound. Mi Xiang suddenly put down the bowl. She seemed to hear a burst of scattered footsteps. Could it be Pei Shao? Could it be Pei Shao? Could Pei Shao have caught up here again? Mi Xiang's heart began to beat wildly. She stood up and listened to the outside in panic. But it wasn't footsteps, it was just the wind blowing a can on the ground making a rattling sound. Mi Xiang ate heartily before asking her mother to wash her wounds.
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