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"I'm thirsty..." Tong Qing murmured before she could open her eyes. Her voice was hoarse and dry, like a broken gong. Fu Chijing got up, took the cup of water from the bedside table with one hand, and supported her head with the other. He slowly fed her the water. Tong Qing's lips moved slightly as she drank it all. After half a cup, her throat finally felt better