Zhao Zhuikong could no longer bear to imagine it. The girl he cherished most, loved most, and had once hoped to spend his entire life with was right before his eyes, reduced to a plaything in another's hands.
It was entirely natural for his clone to go berserk; he could completely understand the clone's defeat and death.
Such a person was utterly despicable and shameless, yet possessed formidable strength.
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