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... f blood, Song Qing’s lips were ashen, her radiant complexion devoid of any color. She was muttering something with her lips moving slightly, but Huo Yirong couldn’t make out a word.
Suddenly, the scene before his eyes stopped abruptly, shattering into countless pieces like a complete mirror.
Huo Yirong’s eyes cleared, and what he saw was a familiar room, just missing a figure.
He glared at the blood-stained bed in front of him with eyes full of hatred, a cold light flashi ...
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