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... d Ji Ge, carrying the prescription, left the tent. Wei Yingying stayed by the bed, occasionally reaching out to check Ji Teng’s breathing.
Wei Yingying, rarely gentle, used a handkerchief dipped in water to softly wipe his face.
"Ji Teng, fight for your life."
"I’ve thought about it, if it weren’t for you, my Daddy would surely have married me off to someone else as if I were an object. Although he’s not as cruel-hearted as Lord Governor towards Sister Yan, he’s hardly a ...
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