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Late at night, thunder roared and lightning flashed in the sky, torrential rain poured down.,Moments later, the door was flung open with a loud "bang" by Nan Gong Yu's forceful kick. A gust of cold wind swept in, ruffling Li Qian Zi's magnificent crimson wedding robe.,Li Qianzi sneered, it was Li Qianzi, but she was no longer the dead and ugly waste that she once was.。