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... Ning lay weakly on the soft couch, in the sweltering heat of summer, still wrapped in a layer of quilt which was a far cry from the state of aggression and pride she exhibited when she bullied Shen Shuyun that day.
At this moment, she listened to a woman kneeling on the ground, reporting back to her, and her eyes suddenly sparkled with a bright light.
"Yan Wanqing is really dead?" she asked skeptically, repeating her question.
That woman, with her ragged clothes and wear ...
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