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... throb, and the golden blood that had once poured down his skin now merely shimmered faintly along the edges of his healing wounds.
His head was pressed against the cool surface of the café table when a familiar scent—a mix of herbal balm and old wool—wafted toward him.
He slowly lifted his head.
"Grandpa..." he whispered, his voice raspy and strained.
The old man was already by his side, his wrinkled hand reaching out with trembling fingers to cup Jian’s face. "yo ...
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