The cold wind was biting, and Zhang Yaling cried hoarsely in her swaddling clothes at the entrance of the orphanage, her little face turned purple from the cold. Passers-by were in a hurry, and no one stopped for her. Her swaddling clothes were thin and she was shivering in the cold wind. The suffering of her fate had just begun, and her future was confused.
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I fell asleep listening to it without realizing it. It was interesting.
I fell asleep listening to it without realizing it. It was interesting.