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... scalp tingling as she instinctively holds the person in her arms tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably.
The person stands in front of her, silhouetted against the light, face unclear, the familiar scent washing over her, yet it nauseates her to the point her stomach churns.
"Wei Zhao, you deserve a horrible death." Her eyes fixated on that figure, hatred overflowing from her gaze.
"Heh heh." The person let out a low laugh, the sound sinister and cold, sending shivers ...
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