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... ao Qing’s red lips pursed tightly into a straight line, anxiety rushing to her heart as her footsteps quickened.
Inside the room, Xiao Sewei was bound tightly to a wooden post, soaked through and through, yet no injuries could be seen on her.
Her face was pale, her gaze was distant, her brows were furrowed—as if she had been tortured thousands of times.
This was Xiao Qing’s first impression upon seeing her.
Hearing footsteps, Xiao Sewei barely lifted her eyelids, ...
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