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A trace of wetness could be seen on Clarissa's cheeks. It was the cold sweat on the forehead of the person in front of her.

Her nose was sore, and she pushed him hard. The person in front of her staggered two steps. "Clarissa, don't..."

"It's okay." She reached out her hand and grabbed the arm that was about to be hugged by the person. When the strong man saw her, he smiled sinisterly