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on her arm was quite obvious. Her arm was like jade, smooth and white, but once wounded, with time it would turn a deep purple, really easy to spot.But he said, "Are you pitying me!"She paused for a...daughter were always clutched in "Rong Ling"'s hands. They were a constant threat! How could he just passively take the beating This was a golden opportunity, and if he didn't fight back, then his nam...