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... en slowly exhaled.
She felt a bitter-sweet sorrow.
Sorrow over an orphaned child of a martyr and the hilarity of the same child, whom a production brigade could not afford, seeking her out for care.
"Uncle Song, it’s not that I don’t want to help, but that I can’t, and there’s no way around it," Feng Qingxue uttered helplessly. "Even with the money and grain tickets that my spouse and I send, your entire production brigade cannot support a single child of a martyr. How ca ...
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