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The wound on her thigh throbbed with pain. Shen Qiao almost didn’t dare look at Bo Yanzheng, and she especially didn’t dare look at Ruan Su, her elder. She truly didn’t understand how Ruan Su could speak about something so private with such composure, as if it were perfectly ordinary. Shen Qiao felt deeply ashamed, especially since, during the time she had lost her memory