C149 Dust removal

Pomegranate raised its eyes to look at the man standing beside it. His face was pale and devoid of any color. The stubble around his lips had already grown quite a bit. Coupled with his unkempt hair, he looked extremely aged.

The pomegranate wanted to persuade him not to be so sad, but as a doctor, she knew it was useless. He had to endure the pain himself.

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