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... beggars had gathered. Among them were the little beggar’s terminally ill foster father and little sister.
Su Qingluo took the father’s pulse and thoroughly examined his condition. She put a medicinal pill into his mouth. Turning to the little beggar, she shook her head.
“He has at most three days left.”
The little beggar’s eyes instantly reddened as he hugged his young sister, quietly sobbing.
Although his thievery was detested, he was, after all, only a seven-ye ...
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