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How can a bright and shining flower wither in an instant?
You snuff out its roots, submerge it in the deep sea of fear.
Feng Ye watched as Yao Qing's expression changed before his eyes, and a sense of panic welled up in his heart for no reason.
"Qingqing, what's wrong?"
Recalling that it was after he had spoken about Yu Gusi that she suddenly became like this, Feng Ye frowned and asked, "Is it because Yu Gusi and that woman made things difficult for you? Tell me if there's anything, I'll help..."
"It's not."
Before Feng Ye could finish speaking, Yao Qing suddenly interrupted him.
When she was in a daze, she had wondered what she would do if everything she had imagined was real.
Would she collapse, feel lost, or wallow in dejected decadence?
Now that the event was transpiring, she realized that none of these emotions were as overwhelming as the suffocating feeling engulfing her.
It pressed against her chest, making her feel so nauseous she wanted to vomit.
