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When she reached the bathroom, Ye Zimo looked at herself before punching the mirror hard. The mirror shattered with a crack and the glass fragments dug into the back of her hand, leaving bloody gashes.

"What's wrong? What happened? " Xia Yihan's voice came from outside the door. Ye Zimo shook her hand. Xia Yihan's voice made him at a loss. He didn't know how to face Xia Yihan like this