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Until that snowy night, when someone brought back his already cold body, he cried uncontrollably.,"Hey Luochin, give me a call when you arrive so I and my mom can pick you up at the station.",And at this very moment, with just one glance, Luo Chen knew that the painting before him was a fake. This old man, however, was treating it with such care and affection, as if he had obtained an authentic masterpiece.。

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