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d still live well and wouldn't get sick. She's not that important.Although I understand it in my heart, thinking about it this way still makes me feel a bit sad.As night deepened, the evening breeze g...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."ounded by a sharp weapon, injuring his lungs and internal organs. His condition was much worse than Wen Nuan's. The weight of the object deepened the stab wound and he was also hit in several places,...