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... ficial soldiers mentioned... Could they be talking about Xiao Jinxing?!
An Ning did not ask further questions.
She hurriedly followed the soldiers into Feng Xiyun’s room.
At this moment, Feng Xiyun’s face was as pale as a ghost, even the color of her lips was faint. She leaned weakly against the headboard, eating plain congee spoonful by spoonful as Du Juan attended to her, but her gaze was tenderly fixed on Xiao Jinxing who stood nearby.
An Ning’s entrance caught ...
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