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A trace of ruthlessness flashed across her eyes. The moment she bent down to set the plate down, she suddenly reached out and grabbed for Lee Zhuoyan's mask. Lee Zhuoyan had been looking up at the blue sky, feeling at ease. Away from the crowd, she finally felt free and comfortable. Suddenly, the woman's hand, nails painted red, shot toward her mask. Lee Zhuoyan's mind went blank