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A dank, humid dungeon reeked of rot, decay, and sourness. Only one ray of sunlight illuminated the youthful face of a boy imprisoned within.,A dish of greens, a bowl of tofu, a portion of braised offal, and two servings of brown rice. Zhu Ying passed over a serving of rice and urged, "Wan'er, eat first, I'm here! Trust me!","Hua Xia... I seem to have heard my great-grandfather mention it!" Li Wan'er seemed to have forgotten the hardships that lay ahead: "Is Hua Xia very far from the Ming Dynasty"。

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