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Zhao Jiner didn't blame him, after all, her luck was indeed a bit too bad. But deep down, she couldn't help but feel a little sad.,He never mentioned that Zhao Jin'er's future husband, Qin Muxiu, was a sickly man who was already bedridden.,I wouldn't dare to touch that plate of bright red celebratory eggs. At my uncle's house, eggs are precious; only my cousin Zhuzi is allowed to eat them.。