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"Meng Yao …"

Kang Zeyu called my name, his voice hoarse and choked with sobs.

At the same time, his eyes turned crimson.

On the other hand, my face was hurting from the slapping.

I drowsily opened my eyes and saw a slightly white face.

"I …"

I whispered.

My whole body was weak. I just felt extremely weak.

I wanted to say something, but I found I couldn't muster any strength.

"Meng Yao