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Lifted the black coffee on the table and took a sip, counting down the seconds until the man came to kill him.,A gritted voice called out his name, the child’s eyes lifting slightly. Their clear eyes blinked innocently.,The boy tugged his hair, "That probably won't work, I estimate that I'll be going back to China during Qingming. I probably won't have time to light incense for you."。