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"Jiling? What happened to you?"

Shen Yiwen hurriedly came to my side, accompanied by a faint smell of dried dog shit.

But I had no time to laugh at him. My hands were pressing down on my legs, and I really didn't feel anything.

I only felt it later. My tears fell down.

"Yiwen. . . My legs seem to be crippled. " The trembling voice completely expressed my sadness.

I am only 18 years old