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The scorching heat was like a demon, with the blazing sun high in the sky.
In the outskirts of town, cicadas chirped as if boiling, wilting the wild grass by the roadside.
Eight hundred miles from the capital, Luyuan Village.
The dilapidated thatched house was surrounded by villagers. Despite the blazing sun overhead, it seemed unable to dampen their spirits as they all craned their necks, peering into the house.
"Eighteen years, five children, and not one of them is mine!?"
Suddenly, a voice of despair and anger cried out from within the thatched house, hoarse with exhaustion.
At these words, the villagers outside seemed to have devoured a great feast, their spirits lifted, eyes wide with anticipation.
In such scorching weather, they hadn't waited in vain for so long; they heard the juicy news they craved.
"If you really loved me, would it matter whose the children are?"
"Don't make unjust accusations and create trouble."