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Tang Zhenzhen's fingertips were white with how tightly she was gripping her hands, almost to the point of bleeding. But she knew she couldn't... she couldn't collapse right there, nor could she snatch the five yuan back from Ning Yuan's hand.,As a result, he firmly refused to help her transfer out of the silk weaving factory where she worked three shifts a day, standing for ten hours at a time.,Even though she suffered miscarriages several times due to exhaustion, he believed it was all part of glorious labor – her duty.。