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... , Zhulan sat by the small bed, holding a bowl of carefully stewed medicinal soup, "That’s what you get for your craziness, now you’ve caught a cold."
Chang Zhong spoke with a nasal tone, his little head warm, "Mother, the medicine is bitter."
Zhulan felt a pang of heartache. Her son had rarely fallen ill since his birth, and each illness nearly took half her life, "Drink it down in one go, and it won’t be bitter anymore. There’s sugar after."
Tears welled up in Chang Zhon ...
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