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... o realize that someone was constantly thinking about her, worrying for her, and caring for her.
Strangely, those few noisy kids, completely unrelated by blood, sometimes gave her a feeling akin to family.
Although she had died once, she was not all alone.
Qin Xin washed her face with cold water.
She didn’t notice that her already faint makeup had been mostly washed away.
As soon as she stepped out of the bathroom, she bumped into Lan Yingjun waiting by the ...
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