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Zhang Xing gave An Deluo's shoulder a firm pat. "An Deluo, you've been wronged!"

An Deluo trembled, tears streaking his face, but a smile of solace emerged.

Zhang Xing's acknowledgment released a flood of pent-up emotions—grievance, anxiety, worry, and fear—that An Deluo had bottled up for half a year. To be recognized by Zhang Xing was worth everything, even death held no regrets.

Indeed