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Chapter 243 - 227: Filthy and Blackened
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... r, they cannot shed tears.
Wang Cong was in this state now.
He walked out from the cold of the mortuary, like a walking corpse that had lost its soul, mechanically moving his steps to the ward.
His gaze was hollow, falling woodenly on that hospital bed, where lay his father who had already breathed his last.
The latter’s body was cold and stiff, the exposed skin covered with livor mortis, yet there was no smell of decay because the hospital had wrapped him in a la ...
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