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In the hotel, Soong Wanfei and her assistant were staying in the same room. Wanfei did not look well. Her pale fingers held a tall wineglass, and with a gentle swirl, the red liquid inside rippled against the glass. She stared out at the night beyond the window and let out a heavy sigh. Ji Jiaojiao, her assistant, rubbed her hair dry with a towel as she walked over. Watching Wanfei’s slender back