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"I can confirm that the time was after 21:00, but whether it was past midnight, I'm not sure..."
There were too few environmental factors, simply not enough for a complete assessment.
Lin Yi didn't even know why Mao Feiyang was running in the first place.
"How are you feeling?" Just then, Mu Daxian, who was running ahead, abruptly stopped and turned to look at Mao Feiyang.
Mao Feiyang leaned on his knees, gasping for air, "I feel... okay, just a bit tired."
Mu Daxian grabbed Mao Feiyang's arm and inspected it, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, "I don't know if you can hold on..."
Mao Feiyang pursed his lips and didn't speak.
Only then did Lin Yi notice that Mao Feiyang's hand had acquired a wound, which wasn't serious—in fact, it was a common wound. However, in the eyes of Mu Daxian, it seemed like a significant problem.
"When did you get this injury?" A question popped into Lin Yi's mind.
