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... his head, tears falling down his eyes like a soft, warm, drizzle. The saline water tracing a thin trail down his cheeks as the delicate drops hung from his chin as his jaw clenched and shoulders shook, the sheer grip of his hands turning his knuckles a ghastly shade of white.
"Jing’ge... Jing’ge you can hate me, you can berate me, condemn me for not being with you when you needed me," he whispered, voice thick and wet as he spoke. "But please— please don’t ignore me, please don’t block ...
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