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She fell asleep with a smile on her face. The man looked at her for a while, then lightly, like a cheetah, got up and went to the washroom. He washed her face with a hot towel and wiped it lightly.

When he was done, he continued to sit at the foot of the bed, his hands clasped under his chin, the back of his hand resting on his chin. He stared at the frail figure on the bed