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Zhao Zhiqiu spent his days in tears and didn't dare to go out. He hated An Xia to the bones.

"What's the point of crying!" A low shout came from outside the window.

Zhao Zhiqiu, who was rubbing his eyes, suddenly looked out the window. It was already very late, and she had dispersed everyone. Why was there someone speaking here?

This voice came from a woman