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... both of his own. The once soft, pink skin was now rough, new callouses forming along his thumb. His gentle hands—hands that had once played with Muchen’s hair, traced lazy circles on his back—had turned rough.
His throat tightened.
"Yunfeng... you will wake up, right?" His voice was barely above a whisper, trembling with unspoken fear. He pressed their joined hands to his forehead, his lips grazing the knuckles. "You won’t leave me again, will you, you bastard..."
The si ...
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