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The boy's face was pale, but the end of his eyes was red. He sat on the ground with bare feet, trembling all over his body, wanting him to hug him. Yan Ci felt tight in his chest, pursed his lips, and his black eyes softened a little. With one knee on the ground, he gently pulled the boy into his arms and stroked his head. "Okay, hug you." Xia Zhinian's forehead touched the socket of his shoulder, his head was in a mess, sometimes it was a dream, and sometimes it was reality. The nose was sore, the end of the eyes was wet, and he bit his lips tightly not to let the cry leak out. The warm temperature enveloped him, with a light scent of shower gel, and he was patted on the back comfortingly. Xia Zhinian felt unspeakably uncomfortable, his eyes were blurred by tears, and he sobbed sligh
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