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At night, the heavy rain was still pouring down. Jose Floyd's face was pale, his entire body frighteningly hot, drenched as he walked alone on the silent street.
Wandering through street after street, the cold rain slapped against his face. Jose Floyd's eyes were a deep, solemn red, and his body was becoming increasingly feeble.
When passing by the marketplace, the once lively night market was now eerily quiet under the rain. As he unintentionally glanced over the night market, he saw a little figure sitting on the steps in front of a shopping mall where he had sat on the night he first arrived in this town.
Jose Floyd's eyes brightened slightly, silently watching the little figure.
The little figure saw him too, and in that instant, her eyes sparkled with an exceptionally dazzling light, sweetly calling out, "Uncle~."
Her soft, adorable voice carried an undisguisable joy as she ran towards him.
