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... etched hand was still in the air, and the heartache in his eyes surged like a wave. Beiting Huang suddenly wiped the blood from her nose with her sleeve and swallowed a mouthful of blood.
“F*ck!” Beiting Huang stared at Yan Ye in disbelief and sized him up. She asked unhappily, “No way, Yan Ye. Is this the sign of bleeding from my seven apertures? Will I not live long?”
“No, no!” Yan Ye rushed forward and pulled Beiting Huang into his arms. She could feel that he was very nervous, ...
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