C43 It's You

Tang Yuan pulled out a knife from his pocket. She was only half an arm away from Cheng Ling. With a small beckoning hand, she pulled Cheng Ling over.

The cold blade was pressed against her burning cheek, and a chill was spreading from her pores to her blood. Cheng Ling steadied her breathing. She knew that the more nervous the situation was, the calmer she had to be.

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