Lin Mo cradled her delicate back, resting her head upon his thigh, and wiped the tears from her face with a tissue. "Little Yuer, if you keep crying like this, your eyes won't be able to take it."
An Youyu’s lips trembled, and her teeth chattered as she struggled to grasp the reality of the situation. "Brother, has the Dean really... passed away?"
Her voice was hoarse, each word forced out with great effort.
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