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The scar-faced man's grin widened, his large hand reaching towards Zi Da Hong's bright red bellyband.,Li Qianzi's gaze lingered on the lavish wedding chamber, a torrent of unfamiliar memories surging through her mind like crashing waves.,However, not only could Li Qianzi not cultivate illusions, but she was also born with a strange birthmark, ugly beyond compare. Li Fangfei, on the other hand, was a nationally renowned figure and a gifted illusion cultivator. These two sisters compared to each other were simply heaven and earth apart.。