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Jing Zhi just stood there, leaning against the car. His pants were drenched in blood. A cold wind blew again, causing him to lose his composure. Her legs were in unbearable pain, but she wanted to endure this pain. If her body was in pain, then her heart would feel a little better and the guilt would be less tormenting.

"Second Miss …" When the driver saw the red snow beneath her feet