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"Little Yu …"

I shouted Zhang Xiaoyu's name, my voice hoarse and filled with pain.

My hands were immediately covered in blood.

The feeling of dampness was not good. It made me feel panicked.

Zhang Xiaoyu's head leaned weakly against Zhang Ningfeng's chest.

Her face was bland and it emitted a deathly silence.

As for her eyes, they gradually dimmed down and became lifeless