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... an. The wind that slipped through the window was damp, and the light pouring down from the ceiling gave everything in its path a glossy sheen.
Fu Zhi began to scan the ward.
There was a man lying on the sickbed. He had an ectomorphic body stature and he was wearing a white shirt. Fu Zhi could not see his face clearly, as it was hidden by the light.
One of his arms rested on top of the black comforter. His fingers were slender and delicate but extremely p ...
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