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She reached out to touch the boy’s forehead, but he flinched instinctively, retreating a step back.
As though she was some kind of ferocious beast.
Shen You’an paused, slightly stunned. "Is your brain working properly?"
The boy said nothing, pressing his pale lips together.
He looked frail and small, only reaching her shoulder. His clear eyes carried a melancholy shade of gray-black.
Like a stubborn yet fragile little lynx.
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