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Who sent her ?
No wait __who sent her? She should have just looked the other way, simple. Normal people do not help random strangers. But China is so not normal and Musa is not a stranger, neither is he random.
JUST A LITTLE OXYGEN. And Musa can breathe again. He might as well find his inhaler for whenever she's close because this girl__God, this girl.
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