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Fold the newspaper and set it aside, the monstrous visage of Zhi-ru bathed in the fractured light cast by the crystal chandelier.,Her brows were like new moons, especially those eyes that rippled like water, with a chill at the corners.,At this moment, a layer of frost covered his handsome face. His dark eyes stared at the child's deceptively innocent face, his white teeth grinding together fiercely.。