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... nity, with the leaves of the camphor tree dripping rainwater above their heads.

A drop of rain just fell on Jia Tian's neck, and he couldn't help shivering for a while.

"I mean, besides the shoulder and arm injuries, does Geng Meng have any scars elsewhere?"

Jia Tian shook his head, "No, no, I should say, I don't know."

"Don't know?"

He told Mu Chun a few days ago that he actually only knew about the wounds on Geng Meng's arms and shoulders, and he didn't know ...

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