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Su Mei leaned against the railing of the bus stop and cried. It was ten o'clock in the evening. The wind was bitterly cold, and there were not many people on the streets on a winter night. But there was no one Su Mei would have cried just the same because she really couldn't help it. She cried while wiping her tears with her sleeve. Wiped away, shook her sleeve, cried again, wiped again. The tears just never end. A middle-aged man in his forties who was also waiting for the bus wandered over...