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He slept through the night and called uneasily, "Mama, Mama."
Gu Mojing turned on the bedside lamp and looked at her. His face was covered with sweat, but his voice was weak.
Sighing, he gently wiped it away for her.
She took his hand and her little face came up, as if relieved. He looked at Little Wife with an extremely dependant expression. He was a bit fascinated by her beauty