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... room was somewhat dim.
Gu Ning was already asleep, her small mouth moving occasionally, as if she were eating something delicious in her dream.
Lin Wan Yi sat by the bed and gently rolled up her daughter’s sleeve, which resembled a lotus root stalk.
The bruise, purple and blue, looked particularly hideous on the fair skin.
Lin Wan Yi didn’t say a word.
She drew a drop of spiritual spring water from the space, touched it with her fingertip, and gently appl ...
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