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Li Qianzi's gaze lingered on the lavish wedding chamber, a torrent of unfamiliar memories surging through her mind like crashing waves.,Suddenly, there was a surge of wanting to smash into a wall.,Li Qianzi scoffed coldly, then pulled out a pristine white handkerchief from her sleeve. She bit her finger and wrote the words "divorce papers" on it before throwing them at him without a shred of politeness.。