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The large disappointment and sadness surrounded Nan Zhi like a large web, so much that she could not breathe properly.
She clenched tightly onto the thing in her palms, looking down as her eyelashes fluttered crazily.
She bit her lip, her body curling up in helplessness.
She did not know when they could meet again. In her heart, all she felt was an unprecedented confusion and suffocation.
Suddenly, a hoarse and aloof voice rang above her head. "What are you squatting here for?"
Nan Zhi trembled immediately.
At one point, she even thought something was wrong with her hearing, until the man kicked her with his leather shoe.
The slight pain made Nan Zhi regain her senses.
She slowly looked up. The first thing that she saw was the man's straight military pants. Her eyes moved up his pair of long legs, stopping to see the weapon belt around his waist. A few seconds later, her eyes landed on his face.