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I reached out to pull the covers, but my hand wouldn't lift. What was wrong with me I strained to open my eyes, but all I saw was darkness. I couldn't see a thing.,After the rain stopped, a few strong men from the village were organized to dig up the body. The person had already passed away, and Lin Daya's father still held the rope of the ox tightly in his hand.,This flood took the lives of several people in the village, but death is not always the same. Lin Daya's parents sacrificed themselves to protect the village's property.。