Inside a VIP box, Lu Linger's eyes sparkled as she gazed at the farce that had just concluded outside. Her cherry-red, alluring lips parted slightly, and she let out a chuckle like a string of silver bells swaying gently in the air, crisp and pleasant.
Then, her lovely eyes drifted toward the young man wearing the black cloak. For some reason, as she looked at his back, a sense of déjà vu welled up in her heart...
"What is it, Linger?" Iron Lady Lu Zhen, sitting beside her, noticed Lu Linger's odd behavior, her voice steady and concerned.
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