"...Father."
Jiang Xuesui lay face down on the padded mattress, her body covered in mosquito bites.
Wen Qiao knelt beside her, using his fingertip to scoop ointment from the box and apply it to her back.
Jiang Xuesui felt terribly itchy and reached back to scratch the swollen red welts.
Wen Qiao caught her wrist. "Don't scratch. Let me blow on them." He leaned over and blew gently on her back.
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