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After Xing Ang asked the question, he went silent, lowered his head, and closed his eyes as he fiddled with a cup of wine in front of him.

Mu Bingyue specially prepared it tonight.

Under his slender white fingers, the pattern of the blue and white porcelain made for an exceptionally beautiful appearance. Mu Bingyue watched on absentmindedly, not uttering a single word.

In this silence