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In the mirror, she looked more like a ghost than a human. His face, which had once been pretty and delicate, was now sallow and withered like a shriveled yellow cabbage leaf. Two cheekbones protruded from his thin cheeks like two hills, and his eyes, which were as dull as wax balls, were lifeless, as if they were on the verge of death.

Mo Shangqian wasn't blind. Really, thought Pann Xiaoman