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... ime Xiao Qing did something so cruel. Her hands trembled uncontrollably, yet she also felt excited, eager to know what it felt like to hold the power of life and death in her hands.
An hour passed, Xiao Qing rubbed her sore neck, and glanced at the dozens of selected names beside her, feeling somewhat guilty.
Back in the day, when she had nothing—no parents, no connections, no car, no house—she might have been just like these people, chosen and rechosen several times before she c ...
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