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Cecily curled up in her blanket, fuming with anger.She was someone who had always been adored and treated preciously by people wherever she went.
If Cecily were to say, “Bring me the moon,” people would normally at least pretend to fetch it for her.But Judas, her father, who should have been the first to grant Cecily’s wishes, had refused her request.
“…I even massaged your shoulders!”
Cecily’s begging technique, 500x Filial Piety.In her mind, it was an inc ...
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