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... poken questions. The heated discussion that once filled the lotus room had long since faded, leaving only the dull click of porcelain and the sound of shallow breathing.
Clyde sat in stillness, head slightly bowed, the air around him turned to a deep somberness with each passing second. His fingers tightened around his teacup, knuckles white, like he was holding on to something, anything, to keep himself steady.
He looked lost.
Lin Heye noticed first, his brows drawing to ...
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