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... hurts so much!"
How can such delicate hands withstand the jailer's whip? Swollen like a steamed bun.
The concubine was heartbroken, and hugged her daughter: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." It's the concubine mother who hurt you, I'm sorry!
Sun Yao picked up the candy on the ground, it was already dirty and could not be eaten, and asked Qin'er: "Is there any more?"
Qin'er shook her head: "No, I only packed one, it was packed yesterday, and I forgot to eat it."
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