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... nodded, her face still carrying a faint smile.
Jonathon Gibson gazed deeply at Christine Quinn.
She seemed thinner than a week ago, the veins on the back of her hand showing, her pale face hidden beneath a smile.
"Are you tired, do you want to lie down on the bed for a while?"
"Okay."
Jonathon Gibson helped Christine Quinn slowly stand up.
Her body was already very weak, like an oil-dried candle, ready to extinguish at any time.
Christine Q ...
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