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... nger at Shao Qing’s place. I was now in my own bed, laying flat on my stomach with pain seemingly all over my body, but most of all from that one place.
A hand was wiping me down with as much gentleness as possible, its fingertips bringing on a cool feeling. The ache was dulled wherever they passed.
Is Hong Feng giving me medicine?
I don’t want to turn my head and look, or move at all. I’m afraid of disturbing my wounds. Muffled from laying face ...
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