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Fortunately, she managed to grab Song Xiu'er's wrist. The hairpin only pierced the skin and did not cause more severe harm.
Meng Yao sighed in relief, "Xiu'er, let go. I know you are hurting inside, but no matter how painful, you shouldn't joke with your own life."
Song Xiu'er, instead of letting go, struggled even harder. Afraid of hurting her further during the pull, Meng Yao held the hairpin with her other hand.
A person bent on death has extraordinary strengt ...
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