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But Li Xiaoyu still indulged Tang Xian.
After all, it was not easy to see him even once, so how could she afford to complain?
She lay on her side with her eyes closed, thinking about various things. Despite feeling incredibly tired and worn out, she just couldn't fall asleep.
Tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
And she didn't know that, at this very moment, in a distant fortress in France, there was also a man—
Restlessly rolling over, sleepless.
Li Xiaoyu wanted to say something, she had been so worn out lately, but what was the point of telling Dong Ran or Qiao Shanshan?
Tell Pyramid, Tang Feiji, Tang Xiaojiu, those myriad beasts? They surely couldn't comprehend human emotional complexity. And it always felt out of place anyway.
Only when Tang Xian's face flashed through her mind did Li Xiaoyu feel the most desire to speak.
This thought was like an alarm clock constantly swinging and causing a commotion in her mind.