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Xiyue lay in bed as the first light of dawn crept across the sky. No matter how long the night, it would eventually pass. But what happened afterward? Lee Liang never came to the Yan Mansion to propose. He would never come again.

Sitting up, Xiyue clutched the red quilt, her hand brushing over its vibrant surface. So red, so vivid, just like the blood Lee Liang spilled that night