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Sweat fell to the ground drop by drop. The woman's clothes were in rags, and her white middle coat had been stained red and could not cover her body. The blood stains one after another and the injured skin were exposed to the hot air. But the woman didn't care about the iron whip hitting her body at all. She raised her head and looked at the square pavilion not far away, and a smile that was not afraid of death slowly overflowed. "Stop!" From the pavilion not far away, a sweet voice came with sparks. When the man holding the iron whip heard it, he took a breath and stopped the whip in his hand. This July day is really hot and dry...