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Fold the newspaper and set it aside, the monstrous visage of Zhi-ru bathed in the fractured light cast by the crystal chandelier.,"Ye Jiulyang, are you planning to burn incense for me during Qingming Festival" What the hell, he was sleeping like a log. He clearly just fell asleep with his hands and feet all over the place.,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."。