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I reached out to pull the covers, but my hand wouldn't lift. What was wrong with me I strained to open my eyes, but all I saw was darkness. I couldn't see a thing.,Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed, followed by a deafening clap of thunder. Heavy rain poured from the sky. No wonder I felt cold, I'm drenched to the bone.,Lin Daya was also a martyr's widow, receiving eight yuan in monthly pension.。