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Her beautiful, cold face was full of solemnity and tinged with a hint of worry.
Qin Zhao put away her joking demeanor, "What’s wrong?"
"I’m sick."
"It’s been so long, hasn’t your cold gotten better yet?"
"It’s not a cold, it’s... AIDS."
Chu Yan sat down beside her, his head hung low, his body exuding a sense of decadent melancholy.
He pursed his lips, then looked up at Qin Zhao with reddened eyes.
"Will you think less of me?"
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