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It was indeed Wen Jin's voice, mixed with a sense of disbelief.

Liang Zhe couldn't be bothered to look at the cold sheets. He opened the door and saw two people in a stalemate.

Wen Jin held onto Xu Yi's wrist. The fruit knife in Xu Yi's hand was just one centimeter away from Wen Jin's heart.

Xu Yi's eyes were cold, filled with hatred, but Wen Jin's eyes were filled with hurt instead