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"She has been raised as a canary since she was a child." "She has never spoken, and there seems to be something wrong with her ears. She is very quiet, not afraid of people, and does not take the initiative to contact people. She is like a wooden beauty, without the slightest threat." He listened casually, and then continued to look at the wooden beauty, fiddling with the things in his hands blankly, again and again, enjoying it. "Can it be cured?" He asked. The subordinate hesitated for a moment: "This should not be easy to treat, but it is not up to my subordinates to make a conclusion... I can only leave it to fate as to how far this kind of thing will go." He said an inaudible "hmm" and turned his eyes to the wooden beauty's hand. That's a bell, very delicate. It makes a crisp sound due to the owner's fiddling. He sighed softly, as if regretting something.