"Silang......"
Xiao Yanyan looked at me helplessly, her voice full of sorrow and despair.
She knew all too well how important Mùróng Zhuó was to me—he was a brother-in-arms who had shared life and death with me, the most precious bond I had in this world. Deep down, however, a voice was screaming frantically inside her, warning her that I must never fall into Yun Ming's hands; doing so would undoubtedly be walking straight into a tiger's den, fraught with countless dangers.
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