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A deep, magnetic voice sounded in the darkness, reaching Qinglan's ears, and her eyes moved slightly.
A foreign scent surrounded the tip of her nose, and for the first time, Qinglan felt that this embrace was so warm. She leaned quietly against Fu Hengyi's arms, not struggling for the first time.
"Thank you." After a long while, Qinglan spoke softly; her voice was hoarse from a long absence of words.
"Granny may be gone, but you still have me. I will always stay by your side, protect you; as long as you don't leave me, I will never leave you." His magnetic voice was uniquely gentle, and the softly spoken "always" was the heaviest promise of his life, and he was always someone who kept his promises.
Watching the person appear at the door, Old Sir Shen finally exhaled. His old wife had just passed, and if something had happened to his granddaughter, he would truly have no face to meet his deceased wife.
