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"Luoluo..."

The man's tone was prolonged, filled with deep sorrow.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, it's me..." Xingxing whispered, trying to pull her hand away.

But the man held on tightly, unwilling to let go.

"Luoluo, don't go, stay with me..."

Xingxing sighed deeply and slowly sat down at the edge of the table, gently patting Wei Shu's hand like comforting a child, "Your Highness, I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving!"

It was unclear whether Wei Shu was deeply intoxicated or comforted by Xingxing's actions, but his eyes slowly closed, and he fell asleep on the table.

His pale cheeks flushed with a large patch of rosy color, yet his lips were pale, and his brows deeply furrowed.

Despite the stunning beauty worthy of bringing down nations, a single glance could wrench one's heart.

This was Dayue's foremost beauty, even more pitiable when drunk, and Xingxing was utterly captivated.