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Shi Qing lay in Lu Sinian's arms, crying for what felt like forever, until his shirt was soaked with her tears. No one could understand the torment she had been through recently. She was utterly exhausted, but at least Lu Sinian was safe.

"Qiqi, I'm sorry. Please don't cry," Lu Sinian's voice was hoarse with concern. He gently stroked the back of Shi Qing's head, like comforting a distressed cat