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Above the rafters hung two chains, and under the dim candlelight in the room, one could still see the spotty bloodstains on them.
At this moment, Yan Lingzhen’s hands were powerlessly suspended by the chains, her coarse cloth clothes soaked with blood, her head drooping down, having been motionless for a long while.
"She really is a stubborn one!" ...
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