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The cold wind gently brushed past Nam Yến kingdom, the melancholy sound of the zither softly echoed in the wind, raindrops fell lightly, and the thunder rumbled above the roof. Ninh Phi glanced at the cold, untouched meal on the table, silently listening to the wind's long, drawn-out sigh.
Thụy Chi gently reminded her with concern,
"Ninh lady, it'