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After the rain stopped, a few strong men from the village were organized to dig up the body. The person had already passed away, and Lin Daya's father still held the rope of the ox tightly in his hand.,How lazy is this To the point where they can go a month without washing their face, because their complexion is already so dark that it wouldn't make a difference anyway. I flipped through the original owner's memories, trying to recall... When was the last time they actually washed their face,Even a simple village girl would do! Why does it have to be this Lin Dayaa Who did she offend I just want to die again.。