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The wind blew again and again!

Ji Yunshu's hand was attached to her abdomen. Her simple fingers were slightly bent as she slowly tightened them bit by bit.

Her eyes drooped a little.

Turning to Uncle Fu, he saw that he had lowered his head, his hands on the table, his fists clenched, his ancient eyebrows pinched, and his heart aching as if it had been bitten by millions of ants