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... l bed, her face as pale as snow, her once charming and radiant features now looked like a withered flower, devoid of color.
She had been unconscious for an entire day and night.
Jiang Lan sat on a chair not far from her, crying as if the sky had darkened, and now she didn’t even have the strength to cry.
She held Song Anqi in her hands, her face haggard, the image of the high and mighty noble lady she once portrayed completely vanished.
"Angie, my poor daughter, w ...
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