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She looked thoughtful as she listened to Si Xin Hong. Then she lowered her head and wiped the tabletop gently with the dry rag in her hand.

How did her injury come about? It was probably because she couldn't speak, so no one asked. Every time Si Xin Hong looked at Lin Zisang, he would inevitably stop at that green and purple wound for a while, but every time his eyes met Lin Zisang's gaze