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... he made in his life.
He tore his sleeve out of Cong Liang's hand, put the dinner plate on the small table again, and placed the medicine bottle and gauze beside Cong Liang.
"There is a set of quilts in the cabinet," Song Chen said, pointing to the cabinet against the wall, "Change it yourself."
"How do I change it like this?" Cong Liang slapped the chains on his feet, making a rustling sound.
Song Chen followed the voice to look at Congliang's ankle, pursed his lips, ...
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