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Huo Yiran pushed the carriage and let Xiao Nian get on.

Under the street light, Little Nian could see that his face was dirty and drenched with sweat. She blinked her eyes, unable to open her eyes.

"Are you in pain?"

"What?" Huo Yiran turned to ask her.

"Wound!" Little Xiang was a little worried. After all, the sleeves of his school uniform had been torn and blood was seeping out