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Mo Tingyue's voice lingered in his mind.

Qiao Anxia held her head in pain, muttering to herself, "It's not like that …"

"You'll soon know what it's like to fall from heaven to hell."

Is this what Mo Tingyue meant when he said 'falling from heaven to hell'...

She was curled up into a ball, her beautiful eyes unfocused.

"Four years ago