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... woolen carpet by the window, filling the room with a cozy atmosphere.
Jian Jing lay sprawled on the bed, feeling sore all over as if she had been run over by a car—which, in a sense, she had been.
She curled up under the covers, not wanting to move.
The knight wasn't home, and no one was urging her to get up. As she dozed off, her consciousness slowly became fuzzy again.
Her parents would be heartbroken if they knew she had died, wouldn't they? Would they blame h ...
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