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"Lu Shijing, I hate you." Liu Xuxu stared at Lu Shijing, anger churning in her heart.

Her voice was a little hoarse and her voice wasn't loud, but Lu Shijing still heard it. Lu Shijing listened quietly and kept tightening his hands.

I hate you. Like densely packed silver needles, I kept stabbing into his chest.

His pitch-black pupils contracted continuously as he stared at Liu Xuxu. Suddenly