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As the man with the scar increased his grip, Li Qianzi's breathing grew more labored and her consciousness began to fade...,Li Qianzi's gaze lingered on the lavish wedding chamber, a torrent of unfamiliar memories surging through her mind like crashing waves.,"Hmph, you shameless jerk. You don't want to marry me, and I don't want to marry you either."。