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He saw Jiang Yao holding a fruit knife and was about to cut her wrist. The frequently used Yu knew how sharp the fruit knife was, so she let out a cry.

The moment she slashed down, Gu Zhao took the knife from her hand.

Perhaps it was because she thought it was too hasty, but the knife still cut her wrist. Fortunately, it wasn't very deep.

Jiang Yao looked at the blood dripping from her hands