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Before she could finish hearing what the other person was saying, Shen Xian's hand holding the phone had already dropped weakly. She fumbled for the end call button and locked the voice that was coming from across the ocean inside her phone.
The brief minutes of conversation tore open the wounds in her heart, one after another, like the stitches sealing her wounds were blown apart by some force within.
Boom, boom, boom...
The sound caused her internal organs to ache.
Cold sweat formed on her forehead, and she clenched her phone as she crouched down on the spot.
An indescribable discomfort, suffocation, she covered her chest and took deep breaths of the icy air.
She was like a person severely lacking oxygen, only by desperately inhaling the oxygen in the air could she continue to survive...
"Shen Xian?"
A pair of black leather shoes stopped on the cobblestone path in front of her, and a gentle, languid voice calling her name came from above, tinged with inquiry.
