But right now, that face’s owner stood beside a person identical to him, cradling his double’s broken arm, too afraid to touch it but also too worried to let go. As if he himself could feel the pain, Shen Qingqiu frowned. “Why did you fight him head-on? And you kept fighting even though you knew your arm was broken. Don’t be so reckless next time.” It was a scolding, but the tone wasn’t just urgent and upset, it was anguished and full of heartache. Even an idiot could hear that. A chill wind blew through the forest, rustling the foliage. Leaves drifted down one by one. It was so infuriating.
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