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Murong Xin closed her eyes, distressed, and leaned against the wall to rest, planning to wait for Yu Qiu to come find her, because her back was burning with pain, and she simply couldn't move.
"Madman!" Murong Xin cursed again angrily.
Not dying on the battlefield, but if she were to die in such a humiliating manner at the hands of Fu Hanwen, her old man not only wouldn't be sad for her, he would definitely despise her to death.
"I'm so angry!" Murong Xin felt the blood surging in her chest and quickly started to calm herself down.
At this moment, a voice filled with shock and urgency sounded from the other end of the alley, "Xinxin, is it really you?"
Hearing this voice, Murong Xin's already pale face from the injury turned even grayer.
The person who came wasn't just anyone, but the only possible man in Xilin Country who admired Murong Xin—the Second Prince Yuan Hongliang.
