C39 Such a blood relative i don't think it's worth it

He didn't know how many songs Shuang Hua would play in his heart, or how many things he would entangle himself with or not do anything.

Gu Mingyan slowly made the medicine, and when Tan Jingchen's comrades came in, she asked indifferently: Where is the wound?

"Arms." Tan Jingchen pushed the crowd away and pulled the sleeves of his purple-faced colleague away.

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