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This time, he must have been frightened. Xin Yi turned around and looked at Xuan, and he suddenly felt a pang in his heart, this man normally paid attention to his appearance, but now Xuan's face was tired, his chin was covered in stubble, his eyes were bloodshot, and even his hair was a bit messy. If someone else saw it, he wouldn't believe it