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... rst, she trembled like a leaf caught in the wind, but after a while, something seemed to change.
Maybe it was the warmth of the hug, or maybe she just needed someone to hold her. Her sobs slowly quieted, the sound fading into soft hiccups, and the coldness in her body began to melt away.
As the young master of a noble family, I was always expected to carry a handkerchief — an unspoken rule drilled into me since childhood.
So, without hesitation, I took it out and began wi ...
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