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... ered, his forehead sweaty from anxiety.
His dilemma seemed more difficult than commanding operations from behind the scene or leading the three armies. Desperate and helpless, he clumsily comforted her in a murmur.
"Pan’er, honey, don’t cry. It’s my fault for neglecting Little Yanyan... It’s all on me..."
He quickly reached out to wipe the tears from her face, hastily kissed her lips, trying hard to soothe her.
She must feel wronged.
This little woman, who ...
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