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Through the thin and scattered crowd, past the alley of fireworks and willows.
Everyone was shocked, looking at the man and woman before them in astonishment. At this moment, a fit, youthful girl was carrying a man on her back, a man much larger than she was.
The man on her back was none other than Wang Jie, who had his arms dislocated just a moment before. He now had no ability to resist or fight.
With his face hot and a look of distress, Wang Jie was pale and lying on the woman's shoulder in pain.
Wang Jie remembered this woman all too well; her image was etched deep in his mind.
Previously, when Grandpa was teaching him martial arts, he had gotten to know this girl. Back then, they fought three hundred rounds every day.
At that time, Wang Xiaoyu was delicate and petite.
But later, on a stormy night, Wang Xiaoyu, holding a large bouquet of roses and dressed with great care, presented herself before Wang Jie.
"Wang Jie, brother, I really, really like you."