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Yè Hísǎn heard the conversation between the two and slightly frowned.,Time was of the essence, Ye Hixian abruptly sat up, her blood-stained hands fiercely striking the burly man's neck.,Meanwhile, clover had silently wound itself around Ye Hibiki's dark hair at her back, its four leaves trembling slightly, hinting at their excitement.。