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It was like scattering beans to summon soldiers; the originally empty and silent warehouse suddenly filled with thousands of people clad in black combat gear, holding machine guns.
In the distance, Chi Jingxuan, clad in a suit, quickly strode through the crowd. The handcrafted black coat he wore billowed in the wind, setting off his fierce facial expression, making him look like a demon who had just emerged from Asura Field.
"Jing Xuan, Jing Xuan..."
Even though she saw Chi Jingxuan, Qin Yuji felt as if she were in a dream.
The tension that had stretched taut for over a dozen hours suddenly relaxed, and her tears, no longer under control, began to fall, causing Chi Jingxuan a fresh pang of pain in his heart.
Through tear-blurred eyes, she felt as though there was an immense distance between the man and herself, and the mere dozen meters between them made her unwilling to wait any longer; Qin Yuji struggled to stand.
