author:Murong Lanlan
state:in the series
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Then came the sound of hurried footsteps, and suddenly the room was silent except for the stifled breath of the one who had arrived.,His eyes were sharp, his sword eyebrows raised, his eyes deep and piercing. Between thick lashes, his jet-black pupils resembled a pool of ice water, emitting a coldness that could almost freeze a person solid.,"Aunty, could it be that heaven is against us If I recall correctly, I died in my previous life to save a terminally ill patient who was desperate. Logically speaking, good deeds should be rewarded. Even if this reincarnation is considered a blessing, living comfortably as a carefree layabout would be best."。