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He never mentioned that Zhao Jin'er's future husband, Qin Muxiu, was a sickly man who was already bedridden.,The house wasn't large, but it was very clean. In the early autumn season, the kang had already been warmed up.,Hearing him cough so hard that he couldn't catch his breath, Zhao Jin'er understood. The kang bed had been made specifically for him.。