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There was a trace of questioning in Zhao Lingyi's eyes. Shang Yuzhan was standing in front of the wooden table, wearing a white brocade robe. His face was still as cold as before. His pale face seemed to be covered by snow, and even his eyes looked like they were carved from ice and snow.

She stared at Zhao Lingyi with her black, lacquered eyes and said in a very soft voice