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"Pretty sister, what's wrong?" Weisheng Yueren tugged at Qinghe's loose sleeve with a sense of unease, his gaze alternating between wariness towards the old man and glancing at Lei Zhan. He thought these people were so strange, looking at him as if they wanted to devour him. Instinctively, his body relied heavily on this pretty sister, feeling that only she would not harm him and that everyone here was too frightening.
Qinghe's eyes still held a hint of confusion as she steadily looked down at the hand on her sleeve, her mind yet to react, but her words came out already, her tone softer than ever before, "What's wrong?"
Weisheng Yueren paused for a moment, struck by how tender the sister was and how her face seemed to glow; his trust in Qinghe deepened even further.
"Sister, can we leave quickly?" Big eyes filled with hope looked up at her.
