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Mo Yue got off the bed and ran to the bathroom mirror. Looking at his old face in the mirror, he smiled.

No wonder Qu Yanyan didn't like it.

He was wearing a shirt that had been worn for several days. The white shirt was about to turn gray, and there were even some wine stains on it.

As for his originally fair and clean face, it was now unshaven, and it no longer had its former neatness