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"Hmm," she said, "third brother, if we keep relying on climbing the cliff to gather firewood, not to mention the danger, the branches we could reach yesterday from the top of the cliff are almost all broken off now. Without food, we won't last. The firewood left unburned on the raft, if we conserve it, should last until tomorrow morning. After the snowfall, it's not like yesterday; the cliff is too slippery now, even I don't dare to go up easily. The sheer height of the cliffs all around us makes it impossible to find a way out by going up. So we get into the water."
