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... a faint scent of grass wafted into Su Ying’s nose.
There was only a bed made of bamboo, a chair with peeling paint, and a cabinet whose original color was no longer discernible. Other than that, there was nothing else in the room.
The moment Su Ying entered the room, the little boy sitting on the bed looked at her warily.
“Little Yuan, don’t be afraid. Madam Su is here to check your pulse and see if there’s any problem with your body.” Lian Qiao stepped forward and calmed ...
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