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When the living room became empty, Wen Zhixia suddenly felt a sense of loneliness invading her.

"Miss Wen, please!"

Everyone was busy beside Zhan Yanjia. It was unknown when the wound on her hand started healing again, but it was still faintly aching.

Her fingers were linked to her heart, and her palm was connected to her heart. She didn't know why, but her heart was still in extreme pain