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Fu Chijing pushed open the door and saw Tong Qing sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand braced against her lower back, her face twisted as she bared her teeth. Sensing someone come in, Tong Qing immediately straightened up and pretended nothing was wrong. "Does your back hurt?" "No." She denied it so quickly, as if hesitating for even a second would make her seem weak