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When Tang Xuenan woke up, her whole body was in intense pain, as if ten thousand ants were devouring her bones.

The muffled groan woke the man who was resting his head on his hands.

"Your Highness." Ye Zichen's vision was hazy, but what appeared was Lan Zhan's anxious face.

Lan Zhan, who wore a high-priest robe with a crescent shaped and a complicated Dark Pattern, loose long hair