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... e in front of me is still like that, and it has not become a white wall. The window made of tree and rattan has not become a glass window. On the black beams above the head, there are a few tender grass and flowers. Is there a safety hazard in the tree house ...

But what Zhao Mo can be sure of is that he hasn't returned home yet, and the crossing has become a reality.

He was sure it was not a dream.

Because he has woke up many times.

He really crossed ...

Zhao ...

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