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Xiao Yan: "..."
Blood continuously spilled from Xiao Yan's chest; Sang Yu had seen her share of wounds and sorrowful conditions, and the situation now looked grim for Xiao Yan.
Because the bullets were lodged exactly in the man's heart.
Xiao Yan, watching the tears dropping from Sang Yu's eyes, smiled faintly, trying to reach out his large hand to wipe away the tears at the corner of the woman's eyes, only to discover his palm was soaked with blood.
His hand shook as he tried to wipe his palm on his clothes, so that he could clean the blood off.
But... his clothes had already been soaked through with blood long ago.
There was no way his palm could be cleaned.
"Ha... Yuyu... I guess my hand won't be clean again."
Just like how he had entered this black market.
In fact, it had long been too late to be "washed clean".
He still fancied that he could win her hand with his military honors.
Now he realized it was simply out of reach.
