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... e face of Xue Jing, who sat on the sofa.
He sat with his arms crossed, his face reflecting deep thought, pondering a matter.
After a good while, a series of gentle knocking sounds came from the door.
The sound was very soft. Xue Jing snapped out of his reverie, didn't get up, but flicked his finger.
The shadow at the door was drawn out into a black stream, which condensed into a tangible shadow hand and turned the doorknob.
Seeing the door open, Xue Wan, w ...
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