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Qi Zeyan squinted, sizing her up. You Congrong’s makeup was already ruined, and as she cried miserably now, instead of the poetic “beauty with tears like pear blossoms in rain,” her face resembled a smeared palette, ghastly and somewhat grotesque.

Thinking her savior had arrived, eagerly awaiting Qi Zeyan to champion her cause, she did not expect that after a long gaze, he would only say three words.

“Who are you?”