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See the struggle and sorrow of silent life in the sound of pot lids on the cold street corners
The wind on the street corner is very cold, with the biting chill unique to winter. Ju Fufu stood there, holding an old pot a
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Ju Fufu and her popcorn pot burn restless flames in the dark night
The night is heavy, and the lights of the city are faintly scattered on the hazy streets. Ju Fufu stands at the narrow alley, the black