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Cheng Xin's legs went weak, her eyes vacant. Dense sweat soaked her classical features as she slightly swayed on her limp, trembling legs and walked out of the administrative hall. Sunlight fell upon her unsteady body, yet it carried not the slightest warmth. Everything He-El had said filled her with bone-deep chill. Even the scorching sunlight seemed to turn into icy coldness, spreading outward from the depths of her heart. Cheng Xin's mind was completely numb.