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"— Good." Shen Junxiao could only spit out one word with all of his strength.

Feng Yu carried Xiuying and walked outside. Xiuying lay on his shoulder and saw the moment when the youth's eyes dimmed. She blinked again. He was already treating her the way he usually was, with his gentle face and the gentle air of spring.

She felt like crying again.

She never came to know that she loved to cry