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... beg you..."
A pitiful and weak voice rose in the decrepit courtyard.
The woman's face was drenched in sweat as she lay prostrate on the ground, reaching out a hand in an attempt to grasp the man holding an infant.
Under the man's feet were a pair of dark-colored silk boots, his brows and eyes full of disdain as he suddenly lifted his foot and kicked the woman harshly on the shoulder!
"Ah—"
With a low moan, the woman, like a kite with its string cut, was ac ...
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