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"What's the matter, Qiyuan?" Zheng Yueting inquired with a sip of her tea, her voice laced with concern. "Is something troubling you?"

"No, nothing."

Zheng Qiyuan sat opposite her, his eyes darting away as he stumbled over his words, struggling to articulate a single sentence. Abruptly, he rose to refill her teacup, "Sis