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... Feng Fuce’s heart towards Historian Wang vanished into thin air.
He looked at Zhi’er and said, "Wipe away your tears, I want to show you something."
The little one quickly wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, rather clumsily.
Then, Feng Fuce, with his left hand clenched into a fist, reached out in front of Zhi’er.
The young man’s wrist turned over and his fingers slowly unfurled.
A firefly, struggling, flapped its wings and flew out.
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