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"Xiao Deyin, and everyone in the Shen family," said Hai Tang.
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The lamplight was faint, perhaps because the wick had grown too long. A slight breeze from outside fluttered the flame, which seemed on the verge of extinguishing for a moment. Jiang Li steadied herself, took up the silver scissors beside her, and trimmed the wick a bit shorter. The flame thus stabilized, no longer causing the shadows in the room to flicker.
"Why do you say that?" asked Jiang Li.
Hai Tang did not answer immediately but looked at Jiang Li and asked, "Can I trust you?"
Hai Tang was a calm, rational, and decisive girl; otherwise, she would not have had the heart to destroy her own beauty to evade the soldiers' pursuit. But her asking this question now indicated that, with the world so vast, she no longer knew who she could trust. She had to find someone to rely on, a reason to keep living.