He pulled the little woman into a tight embrace, holding her with such force as if he wanted to knead her into his very body.
Fu Qiujiu felt a wave of sorrow—not just for this woman, but for thousands upon thousands of women like her. "I'm fine... Brother Tang Qi, it's not my blood."
Only then did Tang Xian's heart resume beating; just moments before, the blood throughout his entire body had seemed to freeze.
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