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The sunlight was brilliantly shining, making the worthless metal scraps look delicate and beautiful, but the indifferent woman sitting on the chair suddenly squinted her eyes, her fingertips brushing the inside of the bracelet.
There were engravings on top.
Her fingertips gently grazed the surface, and when moved away, the engravings remained.
She did not erase the characters, but her fingers had become paler and more transparent.
"Such great suppressive force, this world is quite interesting..."
As her body began to dissipate, the door suddenly opened.
Wen Xi looked up at the study room, not seeing anything mystical, but she always felt something was off; yet, she still walked in and placed a file in Qin Yu's drawer.
Just as the drawer closed, her gaze fixed on the table.
An open box was on the table, empty inside.
She was startled.
Had Qin Yu taken it?
But what was inside it?
