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"Yanyan, wake up, you can't sleep..." Sharon's heart tightened as he looked in panic at the person who had fallen deeply asleep in his arms.
The silver dagger was still stuck in Zhiyan's chest, her pink dress stained a deep red, her whole body soaked with water, her face pale and translucent. She lay silent and breathless, her eyes closed as if she might vanish the next second.
Sharon's gaze grew dark, his normally gentle and jade-like face now painted with an unprecedented pain; he was so close, just a little bit closer and he would have saved her, yet in the end, he could only watch helplessly as the dagger plunged in, as she got injured, as she fell into the water...
"Yanyan, what should we do, brother, think of something quick..." Shasha's voice broke with sobs, her enchantingly beautiful face wet with tears, her delicate body shaking violently. She couldn't bear for anything to happen to Little Yanyan, no, she couldn't...
