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... nd only then did she realize her back was soaked through.

She knew she had been a mere step away from death, and although she had died once before, sometimes the most terrifying thing was not death itself, but the agony before death.

After she had returned to the villa and settled everything, it was already midnight.

Lying in her bed, Ran Yan skipped her usual habit of pondering before sleep and fell directly into slumber.

A restful night later, when it was still ...

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