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"Why did you save me? "Why?" Qiao Anxia's hands gripped the bathrobe tightly as she stared at him with reddened eyes. She muttered with a trembling voice, "If that bullet missed by even a little bit, you'll die …"

She did not answer his question.

His words were filled with fear and unease.

"For you, even if I die, it's worth it."

Mo Tingyue raised his hand to hold her little face