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... ake?” Bai Lian’s grip loosened, and the steel washbasin dropped to the ground with a clang.
She slowly bent over, school uniform still stained with Yang Lin’s not-yet-dry blood, a smile tracing her lips.
Yang Jianping was used to throwing his weight around, and with a flick of his hand, he aimed to throw something at Bai Lian.
But she blocked it effortlessly with two fingers.
In Yang Jianping’s terrified gaze, she smiled faintly, seized him by the neck, and lifted ...
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