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Late at night, thunder roared and lightning flashed in the sky, torrential rain poured down.,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.,Nangong Yu's long and cold eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but re-examine the person in front of him.。