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... nd worry, and fear, and… sadness.
Only her.
Feng Zhiwei stared wordlessly, stunned even before the man in front of her moved closer, taking her finger into his hand.
Feng Zhiwei almost gaped. He had carried her and touched her before, but all those times he had been rescuing her from danger. Voluntarily touching her without outside impetus? This was a first.
He took her finger and used it to brush Zhixiao’s tender, pink cheek.
“Warm. He said. “Soft.”
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