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... chest was warm.
Shen Yinning buried her face into his chest, almost greedily inhaling the scent of cedar that clung to him.
Her voice was softer than snowflakes: "Lu Ying, I no longer have a home."
Father, mother, elder brother—all her most cherished kin were now gone from this world.
There would no longer be anyone to carve a carousel lamp for her birthday gift, no one to hold her in their arms with a smile and say Zhaozhao looked so much like her mother, no one ...
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