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Liang Anya did not want to dwell on the time she was held in soft captivity by Beiming Hall.
Seeing her physically and mentally exhausted, Jiayi refrained from asking too much, but witnessing her restless demeanor, she ultimately couldn't help but ask, "The people from Beiming Hall, they haven't mistreated you these past days, have they?"
She had never seen the people of Beiming Hall with her own eyes, but from Huo Zhenyang's descriptions alone, she knew the group was no small matter.
Anya was a young girl, and a beautiful one at that; all the men in Beiming Hall were... tough guys.
Could it really be that nothing happened during this time?
Jiayi couldn't help but harbor some extra worries.
When Liang Anya heard Jiayi's words, it was as if they touched a nerve, yet she quickly composed herself and forced a smile: "I'm fine."
