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Hua Ziheng walked over with a light on his back, wearing a white robe that didn't match with the prison, as if he was the salvation of this dark prison.

Feng Yaohua's head buzzed, so she couldn't hear what Hua Ziheng was begging for. She watched Hua Ziheng nimbly dodge the arms that were grabbing onto his robe and sometimes even ruthlessly stomp on it