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... smile appeared on Oliver Thompson’s pale face. His furrowed brows, tightly knit due to the pain in his chest, gradually relaxed, and the eyes staring at the woman softened for a moment.
His pale, chapped lips trembled as he took a while to force out a few words, "Rosella, are you worried about me?"
While speaking, his restless hand touched her hair, disheveled from struggling. His broad palm slowly reached the tip of her hair, then moved upward. The next moment, his distinct fin ...
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