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The wind in May was warm. The coming of Labor Day had given people a few days of vacation. Qiao Rong lied in her room, watching the blood flow out from her wrist. She couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly.

When all her effects were gone, she was just a trivial chess piece in Chu Xiaoran's hands. Now that she was useless, Chu Xiaoran lost her. He didn't want her anymore