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Bai Zhi’er lay sprawled on the table, spiritless.
Her round, shimmering eyes stared at the plate of pastries before her, yet she couldn’t bring herself to eat.
These were specially prepared for her by Feng Fuce.
Normally, the little one would finish them in no time.
But today, Feng Fuce passed by twice and saw that she had only taken one bite.
Feng Fuce’s cold eyes darkened slightly.
The little rascal must have been terribly frightened. < ...
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