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"Alright, it's okay now." Luo Qingtong wasn't very good at comforting people, but the little guy was crying so desperately in her arms that it seemed a bit inhumane to ignore him.
Thinking this, Luo Qingtong patted the little boy on the back and casually stuffed a few herbs she had picked earlier into his mouth.
"Chew a few times, then swallow."
"Okay." The boy nodded with tears in his eyes.
He had just gone through the terror of life and death, and now clinging to Luo Qingtong was like holding onto his last lifeline.
Even so, he still tried his best not to cling too tightly to Luo Qingtong, so as not to hinder her movements.
"Fairy Sister, tha... thank you."
The smell of the herbs was very unpleasant.
The little boy had been pampered since childhood and had never encountered such a strong odor.
