In a corner of the small town, Aunt Zhang lived in a quiet little courtyard. The marks of time had already climbed onto her face quietly, carving deep wrinkles, and her silver hair shone with a soft luster in the sunlight. Over seventy years old, Aunt Zhang had been weak and sickly since she was young. During those long years, illness had haunted her like a ghost, making her endure the torment...
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