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Xie Shuning thought of the dream she had just had, her heart was numb, gritted her teeth and said: "Go find it! Send Young Master back to his room!",Though the residual poison has not yet been eliminated, his illness has persisted for a long time. Even being able to walk and speak is already difficult.,"Lady, you killed me... it's all my fault... it's my fault..." Wen Xue Luo wept bitterly, kneeling at her feet, her voice weak and pitiful. Her demeanor was heartbreaking, but secretly, she held onto Xie Shuning's hand in an unseen corner, her long fingernails like water lilies, piercing deeply into Xie Shuning's flesh: "Let me atone for the Prince..."。