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Fold the newspaper and set it aside, the monstrous visage of Zhi-ru bathed in the fractured light cast by the crystal chandelier.,A gritted voice called out his name, the child’s eyes lifting slightly. Their clear eyes blinked innocently.,Then, raising his head, he spoke very slowly, "Since you weren't here yesterday, I spent some time alone in the storage room. Then I saw that magical glue you bought last time and wanted to see how magical it really was."。