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"Aunt, what is death?"

Xiu Wen asked blankly. He was holding a piece of cake that had been given to him by someone else. When he went out to play, he heard some servants talking about it. He opened his mouth to ask about it, but the other party hastily stuffed a piece of cake into his hands, telling him not to say anything.

Zhao Lingyi, who was reading the book of poems, raised his head