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As the man with the scar increased his grip, Li Qianzi's breathing grew more labored and her consciousness began to fade...,With a sharp crack, the scar-faced man tilted his head and instantly lost breath.,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.。