Suddenly, I felt like I was back on that rainy night when I was seven years old. I was huddled in the corner and shivering, and I looked up and saw the face of a good-looking young man. He has eyes as deep as the dark night. He smiled and stretched out his hand to me, his voice calm and reassuring:
Come with me, girl, I'll take you home. My name is Qiye.
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