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... wind, mixed with the tang of rust, bore down directly on her face.
It was the scythe of death.
Lin Wan Yi’s pupils suddenly contracted.
No screams.
No stiffness.
Adrenaline surged to the extreme at this moment.
Her foot, clad in high heels, fiercely pushed back.
Both hands gripped the handle of the baby stroller tightly, using all her strength, she yanked it sharply towards the blind spot behind the utility pole.
"Hold tight!"
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