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The boy was clutching a corner of her coat, the other half trailing on the ground, as his calm, light brown eyes stared upward.
Like a doll abandoned by someone.
Soulless and lifeless.
Utterly silent.
It was heartbreaking to see… and yet frightening.
Chuzheng composed herself and turned her head back, continuing to walk away.
In her heart, she silently thought, "Even if he's sick, I can't suffer in his place!"
Staying here is pointless.
Yes!
Right, quickly leave!
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Chuzheng returned to the bedside with a storm in her eyes, and the boy immediately reached out to grab her.
His eyes, unwavering, fixed on her.
"I'm not leaving," Chuzheng said fiercely.
So annoying.
At this moment, Chuzheng was very irritated.
She was somewhat unable to pinpoint the exact reason for her irritation, making her even more irritable and seemingly more aggressive to others.
The boy seemed to hear her and slightly loosened his grip.