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Qingqiu, Divine Venerable Mansion.
Fei Yuan and Yan were drinking tea and playing chess.
Fei Yuan was somewhat distracted. He held a black game piece in his hand, hesitating to make a move.
"Worried about Luo'er?" Yan had seen through his thoughts.
"It's been three years since Lan Cang passed away from illness. After Luo'er returned from the funeral that day, she never brought it up again. She seemed no different than before, but I could tell she was sad and depressed for a long time. She still hasn't completely gotten over it..." Fei Yuan sighed sorrowfully and casually placed his black piece on the board.
Yan looked at the increasingly chaotic board, placed a white piece, and ended the game.
"Your mind is in turmoil, and you're filled with guilt."
