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Zhao Xing sighed and turned around.

It was unknown when the spine had bent into a curved bow. At a glance, the back of the figure looked somewhat desolate.

Xiao Yi furrowed his brows and thought for a while before finally shaking his head in vain, "I still have to step out one step at a time with this mental illness. If anyone else wanted to help me, I wouldn't be able to