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... ing, several figures surrounded the bench, gazing at the miniature bed upon it, where Xiao Deng lay with white hair.
Xiao Deng had aged rapidly within the last half a year, her body as if containing a tiny black hole that silently devoured her vibrant life force. Now, medicines and stones were of no use.
The Blue Bird landed next to the small window, its beak holding a palm-sized thin quilt, tucking in the corners for Xiao Deng.
Lin Suqing had been quite thoughtful, bring ...
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