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“How can you—”
The reproach stopped abruptly mid-sentence.
Qipei looked at Qiao Jing nestled in his arms, her face flushed, breathing weak and labored, the extent of her frailty tugging at his heartstrings indescribably.
At this moment, Qiao Jing was in a semi-conscious state, her mouth slightly agape, warm breath spraying out with each exhale.
Qipei carried Qiao Jing into the room, laid her gently on the bed, and reached out to ...
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