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... igh in the sky.
Nine-year-old Shang Jiu could only stay obediently indoors.
"She just got a bit better, and now she’s sick again. Such a pitiful child..."
Shang Jiu had intended to continue pretending to be asleep, but upon hearing Second Aunt about to leave, she couldn’t help opening her eyes. "Second Aunt, can I go outside and play?"
Second Lady Shang gently stroked her little face. "It’s windy today. You can go out tomorrow."
Shang Jiu’s face fell with ...
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