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... ungent smell of medicine.
Ian Kane was leaning against the side of the bed, his forehead covered with a fever patch, eyes closed, lips dry and pale, the dark shirt he wore unbuttoned at the collar, revealing flushed skin.
He was evidently thinner, with a painful murmur escaping his lips.
Vera Sheridan was stunned.
"Wife?" Ian Kane opened his eyes and saw her, his lonely eyes lighting up with a hoarse call.
The next second, he picked up a black mask from th ...
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