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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.,Gu Xino was dressed in black, with messy hair and a dusty look about him. He clearly had just returned from outside.。