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uch a beautiful face, her ink hair tinged with bluish smoke, beautiful to the point of being demonic. Her tears fell like rain, transparent pearls soaking her small face, making it hazy and misty, lik...ft, everyone else immediately dispersed like birds. The old lady wouldn't be waking up anytime soon, so there was no need for them to gather here like wooden statues, wasting both time and energy. Mo...