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Deep in the night, Luo Ru Long's snoring could be heard. Wu Qiong was in a daze as he stared at Ye Xiao Xiao.

Suddenly, a low clanging sound came from outside the window.

As if an invisible hand was knocking on the window, Wu Qiong turned his gaze over to the source of the sound.

The rain had left a small, blurry handprint on the glass