"I didn't expect that a powerful figure like Jian Shuyao would be useless when it comes to feelings."
"Xiang Fuyuan, if I had known about the stupid things my sister did for you, you would be lying in the ICU now!"
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Jian Shuyao sat limply on the floor in the corridor. She could no longer feel the coldness of the wall behind her. She slowly raised her head, her hair stained with her blood and tears. When she heard the man's words, she suddenly smiled to herself. On this day, she left. She left with all the injuries on her body, and also left with her seven years of youth...
Intention: secret love