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... If you can’t remember the lines, just look at the script. You don’t have to act too seriously, just get the gist of it.”

“Sure.”

Rong Yan had just finished speaking when she realized that he couldn’t possibly forget his lines. The last time she had rattled off a dozen obscure medicinal herb names, he had remembered every single one without error. How could he possibly forget a few hundred words of lines?

She didn’t dwell on the question any longer, paused for a moment, ca ...

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