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Yuan Fenghua also saw her son who had returned.

She quickly told the servant to make tea and then poured a cup before carrying it upstairs.

Gu Dongcheng returned to his room.

He sat dejectedly at the writing desk.

Even now, his hands and feet were still stiff.

Gu Dongcheng's heart was suffering. He felt a helpless and powerless pain as he wandered around his limbs and bones.

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