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Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

The Duke's family has gone a century with no daughters. When a daughter was finally born to them, she should have received all the love and pampering, but it turns out that the real daughter had been swapped at birth and taken in by a family of kind-hearted hunters. Ever since they adopted the girl, the hunters seemed to get lucky in everything—game seemed to run into the traps and nets they set, and they would find rare herbs wherever they went. Ten tears later, the Duke's family finally realized the truth that their daughter had been swapped and journeyed over a thousand miles to bring her home. After she returned to her real family, the daughter was undoubtedly spoiled rotten by every member of her family... After she grew up, Lin Qingluo excelled in martial arts and rose to the peak of the martial world. Joining the battlefield with her brothers and father, she crushed their enemies and became known as a Goddess of War, gaining countless admirers. Lord of Heavenly Secret Pavilion: Your reputation precedes you, milady—none compares to you, just as the rumors say. Chief of the Potion Valley: Your skills with medicine are extraordinary, and I defer to your expertise. I pledge my loyalty in exchange for your tutelage to practice medicine and help people. The First Prince of Qi Nation: Thank you for rescuing me. I owe you a life debt. Lin Qingluo: A clingy prince has stolen my heart, and he is all I can think about. There is no other person on my mind.

Ting Lan Listening to the Rain · Geral
Classificações insuficientes
1861 Chs

Chapter 70: So Shocked That Even Crying Was Forgotten_1

She let out a faint sigh and took out a clean handkerchief from her bosom, handing it to the boy.

A subtle fragrance wafted from the handkerchief to the tip of his nose, carrying the unique sweetness of a little girl, refreshing his heart and spleen.

The boy looked at the clean handkerchief, hesitating for a moment as if afraid of dirtying it and dared not to take it.

"Little brother, don't cry, wipe your tears with the handkerchief, and I'll ask my dad to take you home," said Su Qingluo with a gentle and soft tone as if coaxing a child.

"I don't have a home anymore."

The word 'home' made the boy cry like a flood, as he took the handkerchief and covered his face, sobbing in pain.

"Sigh!"

With a sigh like a little adult, Su Qingluo propped her cheek on her hand and waited quietly. She let him release his inner pain in one outburst.

"Ooh ooh."