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... to let Dajiang divorce me, I beg you!"
Thud, thud, thud—
The young woman cried out hysterically, her head incessantly hitting the ground, and soon her forehead was a deep red.
Meng Yao instinctively went to support the woman, but froze upon seeing her own outstretched hands.
Dry, sallow, with hangnails at the tips.
The nails were uneven, and there was dark dirt trapped under them.
Are these her hands?
How ridiculous, impossible!
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