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It was probably intuition.

Qiu propped herself up with her hands.

However, he realized that there was nothing in his room.

Helpless, he could only grab a piece of the white cloth that was left behind.

There had never been a pen or ink in her room.

He bit his finger with all his might.

A small amount of blood immediately flowed out.

Qiu didn't know many words, so she couldn't write many