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... d, cough... cough... I hope, sir, you... you can forgive me."
The old man named Zhu chuckled awkwardly, his face full of flattery.
On the bed lay a child aged three or five. Trembling under the quilt, he looked at Li Xian and the others in fear.
The house was simple but barely able to shield against the cold wind. However, as Zhao Dachun opened the door, the cold wind swept in, dispersing the warmth that had been so painstakingly gathered.
Li Xian casually closed ...
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