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Yan Zhimo took a sip of the broth, his eyes suddenly narrowing with a hint of confusion as he looked at Yann Qiai. The taste was so familiar, yet he hadn't had it in over two years. He thought he'd never taste it again, but the broth Yann Qiai made brought back the flavor he had longed for.

In his dreams, Yan Zhimo always hoped his wife would come back to life. But two years had passed