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Li Qianzi's gaze lingered on the lavish wedding chamber, a torrent of unfamiliar memories surging through her mind like crashing waves.,Li Qianzi grabbed the scar-faced man's arm with one hand, and held his neck with the other, then twisted hard.,Moments later, the door was flung open with a loud "bang" by Nan Gong Yu's forceful kick. A gust of cold wind swept in, ruffling Li Qian Zi's magnificent crimson wedding robe.。