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Late at night, thunder roared and lightning flashed in the sky, torrential rain poured down.,As the man with the scar increased his grip, Li Qianzi's breathing grew more labored and her consciousness began to fade...,The young woman before me had a full head of jewels and vibrant rouge, possessing a perfect oval face that was fair. Her willow-like eyebrows and star-like eyes were beautiful, but her face was marred by black spots and pimples of varying sizes, making her appear as ugly as a ghost at first glance.。