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When he thought of the blood on the bed last night, he knew that he had betrayed An Huan, and when he thought of An Huan's face, he felt terrible. He didn't know how to face An Huan anymore.

An Huan! Zimo, I'm sorry!

Han Zimo only glanced at Qin Wanxi. At this moment, he was already a bit drunk. His gaze towards her gradually turned colder as he raised his hand and slapped her face