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... he hospital room.
The old Huo patriarch, rarely looking compassionate, gazed at his youngest son Huo Jiancheng.
“Jiancheng, I have always owed you. I shouldn’t have resented you for causing your mother’s death when you were born.” His old tears streamed down his face, which had grown grayer and looked much older.
Huo Jiancheng felt a bitter sweetness in his heart, his eyes brimming with moisture.
He reached out his withered hand to touch his cheek, “In the blink o ...
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