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... ment.
Chen Li raised her hand. One of the guards stepped forward. The blade of his sword gleamed under the moonlight.
Hua Jing’s mother did not scream.
She did not run.
She only turned slightly, her eyes soft as she whispered her daughter’s name.
And then—
The snow was painted red.
A sharp cry tore from Hua Jing’s lips.
She tried to run forward, tried to reach her mother, but a strong force yanked her back. A hand clamped tightly ov ...
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