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... better than her whether the boy was dead or alive at this moment. Qiao Ying's hand left the boy's carotid artery, but did not withdraw. Instead, she stubbornly grabbed the boy's hand, which was as thin as skin and bones.
Feel his pulse.
In the darkness, Qiao Ying did not say a word, her jawline tightened little by little, and the ferocity in her eyes was terrifying and almost substantial.
In this collapsed house, there was nothing that could be called an item that was wo ...
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