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Her auburn curls were tied up in a ponytail behind her, and she had a high nose. Her turquoise eyes were filled with the panic of someone who had messed something up.,That pallid, weak face had no color. The youthful appearance, barely seventeen or eighteen, possessed a beauty entirely different from Professor Moriarty's.,But just then, the young man heard something and pushed his wheelchair to turn around nimbly.。