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... ing the news, Mo Xiuchen’s eyes flashed with something strange.
He gently pursed his thin lips, looking down at the burn on his right hand, and the memory of Wen Ran’s worried look surfaced again.
She held his hand, turned on the cold water tap, and washed the area where he was burned. Then, she gently applied the ointment to the wound. Her actions were all instinctual and gentle…
“Actually, Ranran didn’t want me to tell you it was her who told me this. But I know, it’s i ...
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