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"Little one..." she struggled to sit up, "You just have to be good...wait, wait until mother's illness is better..." Her voice trailed off, for how could her illness ever get better,The voice from above was extremely cold, and the hands clutching his shoulders were also icy.,Push open the door and walk in, you see Qin'er, thin and small, curled up in a brocade quilt, like a flower embroidered on top, pale without a trace.。