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... es, his long eyelashes, and the shallow shadows. If it weren't for the weak breathing of his chest, he would probably regard him as a perfect jade carving, beautiful but lifeless.
Finally, the boy slowly opened his eyes, and the pure black pupil was carrying a dead silence that was inconsistent with his age. It was like a pool of stagnant water, and there was no life.
"This...what? I am not dead?" he muttered, and when he looked down at his hands, his face was finally broken. "This ...
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