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... ll.” Qiao Dami said as he turned to look at the lying Zhuang Luhe in the sickroom, his eyes welled up with tears.
“Good boy.” Qiao Xiaomai patted his little head, “Go, say a few words to your mother, she can hear you.”
Upon hearing her words, Qiao Dami jumped off Qiao Xiaomai’s lap and crawled onto the bed in two steps.
Looking at Zhuang Luhe’s sallow and emaciated face, he cried harder, “Mother, wake up, don’t leave me and sister… mother…”
The mournful calls made ...
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