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Actually, the Lin Kai lying on the sickbed, whether it was his sight or hearing, could vaguely sense Xia Yuhan's existence and Xia Yuhan's anxiety.

However, he had only been in the capital city for less than three days, and the two people he loved had already left him one after the other. It was the feeling of blood and flesh, the feeling of dragging his own flesh and blood along with it