(Phew, since ten o'clock in the morning, it is now almost midnight, and I have written five chapters. Please give me a monthly vote. I will continue to work hard to pay off my debt tomorrow)
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Hearing this, Qadira King suddenly felt a wave of acidity in her tear ducts and the tears threatened to fall down uncontrollably. Over the past year, she had gone from hopeful to numb despair and resigned to her fate. She had seen clearly the fickleness of human nature.
Before her father had trouble, their house was bustling with visitors. Countless people were scurrying around, bringing all sorts of fine wines and cigarettes as gifts. But once something happened, these people disappeared like smoke in thin air, avoiding her as if she was a plague.