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As she walked out of the hospital, a gust of cold wind blew over, clearing Tong Qing's muddled head a little. "Heh." As the wind brushed past, she seemed to let out a soft chuckle. Fu Chijing tightened his grip around her small hand, his voice low. "Don't be sad. It's not worth it for someone like that." "Yes." Tong Qing nodded. "It's not worth it." The words sounded like they were meant for him