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The island was naturally cold, and the tents, no matter how thick, couldn't block the wildly howling wind. The fabric flapped loudly in the gusts, which twisted and turned through the air, making the night seem even more eerie. "I have nothing to do with Qian Zhi'nan," Peng Xiangzhi said, shivering as she huddled near the electric heater. "Chengzi, you have to believe me."
