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Below the cliff, by the cold pond.

Xi Mohan had already closed his eyes, his heart had stopped beating. On his back, there was a wound that went deep into his heart.

"Chill, cold ? ?" Lian Qingzhi cried out loudly. She hugged him, and tears rolled down her face as she looked at the lifeless Xi Mohan.

She cried out with all her might. She did not allow him to die. She kept shaking him