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At this time, Nangong Yun no longer had her usual bright and beautiful appearance. Her hair was disheveled behind her head and she wore a grey prison uniform. The blood on her shoulders had dried up and her face was pale from losing too much blood.

Feng Xiyue suddenly felt a bit of panic in her heart. She subconsciously tightened her handkerchief and respectfully bowed to Xiao Yixuan