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Zuo Yan ran into the rain, borrowing the faint light to pick up firewood in the dark. Her hand was stabbed, cut, and she couldn't care less, after 10 minutes, she carried a pile of wet firewood back, her body was dripping wet, her hair was disheveled, and her face was covered with rain.

Lan Pinyi's heart was throbbing in pain, he gasped for breath, wanting to help her, but he couldn't