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... one hand grasping the doorknob, the other with two fingers clutching the hem of her clothes. Her brow was furrowed, and the crystal light shone down from above her head. Sheng Jianan could clearly see a sheen of sweat on Tang Yanqi’s forehead.
Her expression was still relatively calm, but it was obvious that she was enduring something. Sheng Jianan quickly reacted, lifted the quilt, and walked to Tang Yanqi in a few steps: "Headache?"
Tang Yanqi was a little surprised. She did ha ...
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