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Mu Chen looked at her. He watched as she walked closer and finally stopped in front of him. The young woman tilted her head up to meet his gaze, her face touched with fatigue, yet her smile was sweet as she asked, "Why are you here?" That, perhaps, was what satisfaction felt like. Mu Chen bent down to meet her at eye level, lifted a hand to ruffle her hair, and asked softly