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Qiao Yanran looked at the nervous expression on his face and directly grabbed her hair.

Due to falling into the snow just now, her hair was a little wet. With the wind blowing, it became extremely cold.

She gripped her hair with both hands and forced it to bend — —

"Crunch."

Qiao Yanran's hair let out a crisp sound.

"Where did you fracture?" Does it hurt? Tell me quickly