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It was already late at night, Su Ziluo's room was lit up but he was still awake.

He asked Qi Er to prepare a pot of hot tea, poured two cups, and pushed one cup across from him.

Opposite him sat a man wearing a half-mask and a cold expression. There was not the slightest bit of warmth in his expression, and his bottomless eyes were filled with an unfathomable emotion. He was as cold as ice