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... as cloying.
Shi Sheng gracefully landed on the arena, her skirt looking like a blooming flower. Her sword was stained with blood that trickled down and dripped onto the arena’s surface, soon forming a small puddle of blood.
“Wu Zheng…” Fu Yiyun clutched at his chest, lifting his head to look at her.
Shi Sheng’s head was slightly lowered, as if she was looking at him, but he couldn’t see himself in her eyes. It was as if she was looking at an inanimate, lifeless object.
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