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... er eyes slowly shifted to the thin figure in his arms.
There was a pain that burned in her palms. Her fingernails had broken the skin and sticky red blood was starting to flow out.
Raising her hands, she pressed her fingers against her throbbing temples.
It was unbearable.
All her guesses were correct. That beggar was Xue’er.
The handkerchief was Xue’er’s.
His most important Xue’er.
Her long and thick eyelashes fluttered and her fingertips were on the do ...
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