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the sweater she intended to give Rong Ling. It was mindless work, her fingers flew across the needles, in and out, yet her mind was busy with other thoughts!The little boy "shuffled-shuffled-shuffled...Mu Xinfeng's arm. Blood instantly soaked through Mu Xinfeng's white shirt sleeve, the sticky feeling of blood immediately climbed onto her skin. She widened her eyes and continued to scream, her whole...