Outside the window, the wind was blowing, and dark clouds covered the entire sky.

The cabins at the foot of the mountain are beaten by the wind and rain,

Keep squeaking.

In the distance, Bai Zongnan was crawling towards the wooden house step by step, the heavy rain drenched his entire thin body, and the rain mixed with tears, constantly dripping down the muddy ground along the hair.

Bai Zongnan was shivering from the cold, and he couldn't stop pleading, wanting to enter the wooden house, but it was accompanied by the cursing of the women in the house

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