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Huo Zhi pushed herself into the abyss of self-blame, self-blame was like an invisible net, wrapping around every inch of her skin, every inch of her muscles and veins, melting into her blood.

Every curse from her mother was like an ice knife, stabbing deeply into every pore of her skin. She almost couldn't hold on any longer.

"Eldest Miss, you should go home and rest first. Madam is fine now

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