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Everyone turned to look at the cell next door.
Xie Heng's thin lips curled up into a smile as he sat cross-legged on the pile of rice straw. His jade white hands held onto a piece of hay as he played with it.
No matter how cold and damp the cell was, it could not conceal the youth's brilliance.
"Why is Xie Heng alright?" When Yang Jiancheng saw Xie Heng, his expression suddenly changed
