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Yi Ren's guess was indeed not wrong. When she hugged Liu Se tightly and suppressed his breathing, she had already confirmed his symptoms.
Asthma, it should be asthma.
His labored breathing was blocked by the gurgling sound in his throat.
The temperature under his lips was cold and moist. It was the smell of seaweed. Almost corrupt.
Yi Ren continued to hug him
