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Who values more, face or life?
Some say face, some say life.
But now, Lan Yue Yuxue is extremely conflicted.
Although she frequents places of ill-repute, she has always presented herself with dignity, maintaining her integrity in high society.
But now, within the storm, running wildly in a half-length skirt, this is something she never imagined she would do in her life.
To not move is to die.
To move is to lose all face.
This damned rich second generation, he actually dared to tug at her skirt!
"Are you coming or not!"
Lin Hao had no idea what was going through Lan Yue Yuxue's mind; taking steps on the splashing waves, he felt that she was just mechanically following him. Looking back, the black oil-like ghostly horror was almost upon them.
In this situation, a slow step means death.
Lin Hao got angry too and simply threw Lan Yue Yuxue, leaving her to flee on her own.
Without Lin Hao's help, Lan Yue Yuxue couldn't even hope to tread water in the rough sea.
