The door was slowly opened, and the first thing that caught my eye was a pale, slightly withered palm, followed by black sleeves, and a pale, gloomy face half-hidden under a black umbrella, as if it were a dead man's cloudy and godless eyes. "MD, this guy is really smarter than a dog!" However, I haven't completely given up hope, and the other party seems to be trying to see the situation in the carriage clearly...

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