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A dank, humid dungeon reeked of rot, decay, and sourness. Only one ray of sunlight illuminated the youthful face of a boy imprisoned within.,Zhu Ying smiled: "My hometown is in a very distant place. There are no wars or famines there, the people live and work in peace and contentment, enjoying a happy life. People our age are all enjoying the sunshine and a happy school life!",The next morning, the shackles in the dungeon were opened, and two jailers strode in, shouting loudly, “Don’t sleep! Get up!”。