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... ently patted Bai Chun’s back, her ten fingers slender with clearly defined joints. In his memory, those hands always suddenly rose to slap his wrist after grading assignments, saying his handwriting wasn’t neat enough, saying he shouldn’t write "I’m afraid of mom" in essays, saying he’d never meet her standards.
But now she was using those blood-stained hands to wipe Bai Chun’s sweat.
"Xiao Qiu, it’s time to go to the study and prepare," Lin Wang’an suddenly turned her head, her ...
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