"Brother?" Lin Anqiao asked tentatively. "What’s wrong with you?"
For some reason, seeing him like this stirred a faint, inexplicable sense of anxiety in her heart. For a fleeting moment, she even wondered if he already knew the truth—knew that her days were numbered.
Song Hanjiang suddenly let her go, only to cup her face in his hands, examining her with intense scrutiny. His grip on her cheeks was firm, as if he were terrified that if he relaxed his hold for even a second, she would vanish.
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