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Li Chunmei didn't care at all: "Whoever wants her, let them have her. I don't want her anyway. If it comes down to it, just send this dead girl to an orphanage! If it weren't for me, she would have died a long time ago.",In his late forties, Su Jiuzhou was up again that night. He got out of bed groggily and went downstairs for a glass of water. As soon as he stood up, his phone rang.,Not far away, a dilapidated carriage lay stuck in the mud, its appearance mournful. The only sign of life was a discarded rabbit toy hanging from the yoke, swaying gently in the breeze.。