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... had lost her child, clutched the clothes Yuan Mingting had worn and huddled in her room, muttering something incessantly, her expression one of agony.
She still couldn’t bring herself to believe that Ming Ting was gone.
With the morning dew still clinging to him, wearing the same wrinkled clothes from the day before, Yuan Qiran entered the room, his eyes also brimming with deep sorrow.
"Ah Yin, don’t be like this," he said. "If Ming Ting sees you this way, he won’t be at ...
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