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"Qiao Anxia!"

Mo Hancheng clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles turned white. His eyes were as cold as frost and mixed with his bloodthirsty red pupils. It was as if the air around him had been frozen in an instant.

"I love him." Qiao Anxia met his eyes without any hesitation, not dodging at all.

Her firm gaze deeply stung Mo Hancheng's heart.

"If it wasn't for Yaan