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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.,"Hmph, you shameless jerk. You don't want to marry me, and I don't want to marry you either."。