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Surprisingly, there were some traces of red on the porcelain cup.

Gu Huajing looked over, and Qing Mei had already turned her hand over.

At some point, a few wounds had appeared on Gu Huajing's palm. It looked as if her nails had broken it.

"No problem, just go and get some medicine to wipe it off."

Gu Huajing smiled soothingly, but her smile did not reach her eyes