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... > "Xiaoyan..." She looked worried.
"Mom, I'm fine." The girl was sitting on the head of the bed with a cushion tucked into her waist. Although her complexion was still pale, her eyes were full of vitality and she smiled slightly.
Yang Lan breathed a sigh of relief, but what followed was deeper worries.
Has Qi Zichen's influence on Xiao Yan reached this point?
Can live, can die.
Yang Lan opened her mouth several times to say something, but she was ...
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