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Each scar was like a constant scream, an accusation.
Han Yuruo's gaze fluctuated violently, large teardrops rolling down her cheeks. She reached out and gently touched the fierce scar on Yang Yifeng's chest, her hand trembling lightly.
"I've risked my life for him, and he has for me. Could it be that even so, he still can't trust me, and I still can't trust you?"
Looking into Yang Yifeng's eyes, full of sorrow and immense pain, Han Yuruo's own heart throbbed fiercely.
"Tell me... tell me where he is, let me help him! He's not fighting alone!"
Looking into Yang Yifeng's eyes, filled with pleading, Han Yuruo bit her lip tightly. More than once, she had impulsively wanted to reveal Han Chenggang's hiding place to Yang Yifeng. But as the words approached her lips, Han Chenggang's words haunted her like a nightmare, repeatedly surfacing in her mind.
"Right now, I trust no one but you!"
"No!"
Han Yuruo blurted out almost subconsciously.