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Qiao Yingzhe stared at Ye Cheng's back for a long time. He walked over to the window and opened it a crack. His fingers brushed against the yellow grains on the window frame, like sand crystals, and it turned out that the moment before was not an illusion. He took some crystals and put them into his pocket, closed the window, returned to the paper towel and put it on, then lay down in his clothes