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... light tap on the chessboard, a slightly pale-faced Pei Wanyu heard a sneeze from across the table.

She looked over with surprise; for someone at Xiao Yinruo’s stage, sneezing was quite uncommon.

Sitting directly opposite, Xiao Yinruo lightly covered her reddened lips with embarrassment; this sneeze came rather suddenly...

It had been many years since she last sneezed, and it truly felt a bit unusual.

Pei Wanyu asked with interest, "Are you thinking about ’empathy’ ...

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