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The more Song Yuqing spoke, the more excited she became. She reached out her wrist that was wrapped in gauze and placed it in front of her, "Can you see my wrist? There are no other wounds on my body, only this part of my wrist. Do you know what he did to me? "

An Xia looked at the wound on her mother's wrist with a pained expression. The blood on the gauze was bright