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... ir covered her face, adding a bit of broken beauty to her.
Jiang Zhihan’s slightly anxious footsteps stopped abruptly when he saw that the person on the bed was safe and sound.
He walked forward, lowered his head, and quietly brushed away the hair that was covering her face.
“Song Qingyou-”
Jiang Zhihan said softly.
This was the first time he had seen Song Qingyou so lifeless.
She was like an exquisite doll in a glass window.
The sight was ...
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