The next day, Song Yixi leaned on crutches and looked at Sang Nan in surprise, she lowered her head and wrote a line on the paper, walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Are we really going to get out of here?" Sannan was packing up, his slightly long hair covering his eyebrows, and he glanced at the piece of paper...

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