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Seeing the panic-stricken look on Zhou Yuanting's face, Rong Zhi felt a sense of revenge, but it was not as painful as the feeling in her heart.

17 years old, that was a very good year to begin with. The future had yet to begin, and she had a very good life, but she had fallen for Zhou Yuanting.

This was revenge.

Seeing Rong Zhi in the hospital, exhausted and weak like a piece of paper