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Her face was pale, her white wrist contrasted sharply with the red blood.

She was like an angel with broken wings, filled with a desolate beauty.

Su Xiaoxiao was lying in a pool of blood and there were some fragments of a bowl scattered around her wrist.

It was as if she had fallen asleep, lying there quietly.

Ye Cheng was stunned for a while and quickly reacted