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Hua Ling looked at the man in front of her, his eyes were determined and as cold as thorns. She didn't believe he would attack her. However, the next second, the dark green sword penetrated her heart. Blood flowed from the mouth, and it tasted fishy and sweet. She couldn't help but think of a man who said to her on the road that day: "Emotions are no match for identity after all." Along the way, he turned out to be right... Hua Ling slowly closed her eyes with a smile.

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