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... , Nangong Muyan lay motionless on her bed for hours, until Nangong Ya entered the room with Luo Siyi.
Luo Siyi sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes red-rimmed. She gently caressed Nangong Muyan's face, calling her "Yan'er" without saying much else.
Nangong Ya stood by the bed, his face dark with worry, his brows so tightly furrowed that the crease between them could have trapped a fly.
"Was it the Prince of Rui?" Nangong Ya asked gravely.
"No," Nangong Muyan repli ...
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