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uring the meal, she watched closely, but she only saw Rong Ling pausing his chopsticks slightly when taking his first bite. After that, he continued eating as usual, seemingly oblivious to the fact th...nt of stillness. Only her soft, tearful whispers and the sound of folding gold ingots remained. Even the flames seemed incredibly quiet as they burned. A chilling sadness filled the space. The little...