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... y loss of composure wasn't because of her. No one could make me cry anymore these days.
Someone came over to me and handed me a tissue. Her fingers were delicate, with nails painted an alluring purple that set off her fair hands, also somewhat attractively. It was Qing Qing.
She loved decorating her nails, after all, as a doctor in the radiology department, she could have long nails, not like me with all ten fingers bare.
"Can't get married anymore? Feeling provoked?" Qin ...
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