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It was cold in the morning, and Qin Anfey was curled up against the wall near the door.
"Anfey?" "Anfey." While no one was around, Qin Haoming ran to the door of the room and called out to him in a low voice.
"Brother —" Qin Yan opened his dry mouth. His voice was so hoarse that no one could tell her gender. She could only reply with one word, but her throat was already burning