"Oh no, wouldn't this fellow be truly dead from the fall" Yang Qingqing frowned, her willow brows furrowed. She leaned in by the youth's nostrils, probing for breath. There was no warmth at all.,He remembered, that summer when he was 18 years old in his past life, he got into a fight at a bar because he was drunk and harassed the person in front of him, and was knocked unconscious.,Qin Yi walked quickly out of the bar. The outside air was refreshing. Under the brightly lit and bustling street, a bitter smile flickered at the corner of his mouth.。
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