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Chu Yi walked into the room with a pot of fragrant soup.

Bo Wu Ai expressionlessly looked at her back, his narrowed eyes revealing his doubts. He reached out to close the door, walked to Chu Yan's side and silently looked at her.

Her small back was busy making soup. She scooped up a small bowl and put it aside, trembling, afraid that she would spill it, muttering, "Let me tell you