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Wen Ya was mentally and physically drained. There were no other patients with her in the room. The pristine white bed sheets went very well with the woman’s frail little face.
Wen Ya held Zheng Shuyan’s hand weakly and murmured, “Shuyan, don’t worry about me! I’m fine… In the future… Don’t come here and get involved because of me again. I’m suffering because of ...
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