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In the abandoned factory, the heavy breathing of a man could be heard.

Faintly, Zhang Xiaoyu's hoarse and broken breathing could be heard.

The man was sweating profusely.

Beneath him, Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes were hollow to the point of despair.

There was no trace of warmth in her black eyes, only indifference.

Tears rolled down from her eyes, revealing her sadness