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Sang Xiaoyu was taken aback. She turned her head to look at the hand that had appeared on her shoulder, flabbergasted.

Her fingers were long and slender, with distinct knuckles. Her nails were trimmed like a work of art, and there was even a faint smell of medical disinfectant. It lingered in her nasal cavities, which strangely caused her internal organs to gradually return to their places