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She lifted her hand to touch that spot of coldness, and when her finger came away it was covered in blood. In this absent-minded moment, Feng Zhiwei thought back to that day in that small yard when a drop of his blood had fallen between her eyes, and while she was distracted he heard his quiet voice: “That day my blood also fell on your face — were you happy? Were you proud?”
The gentle tone hid a flavor of biting and gnashing of ...
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