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"Why didn't you kill me?"

Yu Jiang licked his chapped lips as he suddenly spoke.

Qiao Yanran stroked her chin and walked over with a cup of tea. She sat beside Yu Jiang and used her finger to lightly pick up his chin.

Yu Jiang had lost a lot of blood from the flogging these days, and his entire face was pale. However, after the violent struggle just now, his cheeks had started to turn pink