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... nd her occasional crying,
“Boohoo… He’s my father, my father.”
The face of the patient, Choi Jongchol, could not be seen clearly because of the white fogs inside the oxygen respirator he had on, but a closer look could confirm his faint smile.
Though she cried, he felt it was the most pleasant melody in the world to his ears.
Finally she recognized him as her father.
Though even one drop of blood was not mixed with her ...
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