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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.,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.,With these eight dollars of relief, Lin Daya although did not eat enough but at least she didn't die.。