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Gu Jingan's particularly bright obsidian eyes suddenly lit up. He, who had not shed a single tear even when facing Madam Yi's harsh words alone, actually shed tears in an instant.

He saw that the paint was as black as ink. Not long after, a cloud of mist appeared in his eyes, which were as bright as stars. Huge tears slid down his porcelain white exquisite little face, and in a short while