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Her gaze moved to his face, and he looked at her deeply, as if he wanted to pierce the deepest part of her heart, the deepest part of her heart.

The cold gaze was no longer cold, but instead contained an indescribable tenderness, a tenderness that wanted to surround, bind, and then melt.

She had never been able to figure out what kind of person he was. If she said that he was cold-blooded