She pushed so hard that blood started to seep from the corners of her lips.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

Tears and blood dripped together, hitting the ground and turning into water droplets and blood balls that did not mix together, rolling in all directions.

They rolled farther and farther away, just like the distance between Zhen Xin and An Mingyu, which could never get closer again.

Zhen Xin cried, this was the second time she cried in her life, but she soon calmed down like a blind person, wiped away her tears, wiped away the blood stains, and took a rag to clean up the stains on the ground.

But she is different from the blind man at that moment, because the moment she recognized the other party's identity, this clever [Fraud] former God's Chosen guessed why An Mingyu in this world did not come back!

She threw the rag aside, squatted on the ground, hugged her legs, and her posture was so skillful that it made people feel uncomfortable.

She looked at the blurry image of herself reflected on the reflective ground and murmured like a blind person:

"Who are you?

Are you me too?

You are so lucky then.

Oh sorry, I know it’s hard for you now, but what I mean is, at least Mingyu also knows it, so she chose to help you.

Right, Mingyu, only when you see the other me suffering, will you let go of me here and help her...”

Zhen Xin bit her lip again, stretched out her hand to the ground, and stroked the cold face of her other self.

“It’s really cool.

She is very nice. I don’t know if you sent her back to comfort me, but she is really very nice, better than I thought.

Have you seen her? Probably not.

You weren't in the story she told, but I know her, so let me tell you about her, Mingyu.

She is...very warm, much warmer than a cold guy like you..."

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