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The desk lamp in front of the study desk is bright, its soft light illuminating the text on scattered papers across the table.
Lying on his bed like this, Yan Huan’s face is pale, his brain emptied, mouth slightly open—even various symbols and texts seem to float before his eyes.
Then, as if he’s figured out the answer to some puzzling math problem, he suddenly covers his head with his hands, his black bangs spilling through his fingers.
His bloodshot eyes shi ...
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