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Su Xiaojin looked at Zhan Beiye, who was currently lowering his eyes and earnestly wiping the wounds on her feet. Although he still had a cold expression on his face, his eyes, which always carried a trace of evilness, now had a hint of gentleness.

Su Xiao Jin's gaze also gradually softened, but she did not answer Zhan Beiye's question. She cried out in pain