With a muffled sound, Lu Chen fell onto the soft pile of rotten leaves at the bottom of the well. The severe pain made his vision go dark and he almost fainted. But the image of his mother's tragic death flashed repeatedly in his mind, supporting him and forcing him to open his eyes. The bottom of the well was dark, and only a trace of the setting sun leaked from the well mouth, illuminating the white bones and dead branches scattered around.
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