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Li Qianzi cried out in despair, resisting fiercely. The man with the scar roared in anger, his hand gripping her neck tightly, suffocating her.,Li Qianzi's gaze lingered on the lavish wedding chamber, a torrent of unfamiliar memories surging through her mind like crashing waves.,Li Qianzi sneered, it was Li Qianzi, but she was no longer the dead and ugly waste that she once was.。