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room and sleep. It's not right to peek at Wu Shuang's privacy," Rong Yan said, gently stroking her son's hair. "Sleep now, you'll feel better tomorrow.""It's never going to get better, it will always... talk to me.” Wen Nuan asked, her voice warm yet bordering on domineering. She was a bit tipsy, and if she were sober, she wouldn’t be so playful. Ye Fei Mo looked at Wen Nuan with a sneer and replied...