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... lvan Cheney looked at her in such a state, his heart gripped.
He gently kissed her forehead, and then turned around to fasten the buttons of his shirt.
“Are you really not coming to the hospital with me?” Sylvan Cheney asked.
“Am I too heartless…”
“A little.”
Sylvan Cheney glanced at her.
“I’ll make some plain congee. You can bring it to Little Chale. If his stomach is upset, he probably won’t be able to eat anything else.” Jasmine Yale got out of ...
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