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Fu Ling settled into her seat, cradling a cup of tea from the table. She took a delicate sip, eyeing Chu Qing with a mix of skepticism and trust.

"You're not deceiving me, are you?" she asked.

Chu Qing's lips tightened briefly. "Don't you trust me? When have I ever deceived you?"

Seeing the earnest look on Chu Qing's face, Fu Ling felt her doubts recede