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Yi Ren's tears rolled uncontrollably in her eyes. The tears were misty, covering the sorrow in her eyes. Grief and perseverance, sneaking into the pair of sheary eyes, flashing with light, is the cold star of winter night.

She was still firm, firm that Helan Xue was not dead.

But what was it that made her want to cry?

Yi Jian bowed down without saying a word