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The edge of Huo Qingyang's shirt even had traces of blood on it. He seemed to be telling Ye Zichen something. Huo Qingyang was so annoyed that he almost bit off his tongue:

What was he talking about? At this moment, any words were probably salting her wound!

Therefore, before Feng Jingyi could reply, Huo Qingyang hugged her tightly again. His tall body wrapped around her