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Mention Fu Qing.

Xia Zhiyu raised his arms. He was lying on the sickbed, his palms covering his eyes.

Slight Chill understood, he was afraid that she would cry.

"Slight Chill, I'm sorry ?"

Slight Chill sniffed with her nose, "I already said that this has nothing to do with you. You don't have to blame yourself."

"How could it have nothing to do with me? If I had trusted Uncle Fu back then