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In the courtyard, Ling Yishan lay on a rocking chair, gently waving a palm fan, glancing at the moon-white figure beside him.
Ling Ningzhi was crouching on the ground, hugging her knees. In front of her, a copper pot sat on the brazier, its lid trembling and making a "puff puff" sound, yet she seemed oblivious, her gaze empty and unfocused.
"Girl, it’s boiling."
"Hmm? Who’s wasted?"
"..."
Ling Ningzhi snapped back to reality, only then noticing t ...
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