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The sharp silver hairpin was pressed tightly against his artery. As long as she was cruel, he would die in an instant, and they would win. But she couldn't, her hands were shaking. He kept approaching, the faint smell of blood enveloped them, and his warm breath hit her face, staining it with an ambiguous color. , She looked at him, almost begging: "Don't come here again." He moved forward, and she retreated until there was no way to retreat. There was always a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. He didn't smile often. This smile softened his cold edges and added a layer of warmth.