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Cheng'er's long, black eyelashes were still wet with tears, but she smiled sweetly and curtsied before retreating.,A memorial tablet for the mother was once set up here in the family home, and every year Cheng'er would come here to kneel and recite scriptures for half a day.,About a quarter of an hour later, those thugs took her to a secluded courtyard. Cheng'er was unconscious and didn't cry or make a sound, so they weren't too cautious about her.。