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She stood there silently for a long time.

Her body was like a delicate flower that was about to wither away.

It was a flower that was about to wither away.

However, this seemingly withering flower seemed to be gradually regaining its vitality.

Finally, Qian spoke. She looked at Zhao Xiaolei's grave and said, "Uncle Xiaolei, thank you for taking care of me for so long