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... calming medicine, you watch over him."
"Okay."
Feng Liyan left.
Wen Xiao’ai, who was drinking medicinal soup, looked over at Ye Qi on the bed, his face pale, cold sweat on his temples and forehead...
After Feng Liyan fetched the medicine and returned, the sight of Wen Xiao’ai was nowhere to be seen.
Blood-stained rice paper was left on the table, and the bowl of medicinal soup remained unfinished...
"Little Princess?"
"Little Princess?"
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