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... nt boy, who made her strive to become an outstanding Ji Anning.
Now, she was genuinely in pain, longing for his comfort, his soothing, his care, even just to hear his voice, not so cold, a bit of warmth would be enough.
Ji Anning’s eyes were moist, her hands tightly grasping Ji Chicheng’s, unwilling to let go, the term "uncle" lingered on her lips, so hard to articulate.
The man’s body stiffened, his heart surged violently, and his fingers tightened in excitement.
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