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... e. He had no place to cry even if he wanted to.

Tan Ruyi was transferred into the ward and woke up very quickly. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Luo Feiyang’s magnified face and almost fainted again.

Her head was still dizzy, and her back was still in pain. Tan Ruyi wanted to hide further away, but the slight movement of getting up hurt her so much that she cried out in pain and did not dare to move. f𝒓𝑒e𝙬𝒆𝚋𝘯૦𝘷𝐞𝑙.c𝑜𝐦

“Don’t move. Lie down properly. If an ...

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