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Early in the morning, the heavy fog lingered, not yet dispersed.
Under the eaves, Le Congsheng crouched, tightly holding Tang Baiwei’s small hand, breathing warmth onto it to chase away the chill, providing her with endless comfort.
At this moment, Tang Baiwei sat in a wrought-iron wheelchair, her cheeks flushed, obediently feeling the warmth from Le Congsheng.
"Sheng, you mustn’t lose your reason and be filled with anger because of me," she urged. "If you ...
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