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What's strange is that in the huge dining hall, only the child was there.,Fold the newspaper and set it aside, the monstrous visage of Zhi-ru bathed in the fractured light cast by the crystal chandelier.,The boy tugged his hair, "That probably won't work, I estimate that I'll be going back to China during Qingming. I probably won't have time to light incense for you."。