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Shen Xuan closed the book, gathered up his clothes and stood up, holding the lampstand and walking silently. It was nearly midnight, and there was no one talking in Sanzui Palace. The wind and waves on Dongting Lake were mute. The long night is like the sea, so vast and endless. In the endless darkness, this room is like a boat, with a lamp like a bean, which floats and sinks, illuminating a small square of white in the wall. It was a small portrait. The girl in the painting was holding flowers and looking back, as comfortable as a flying fairy. "Brother, don't think nonsense." Ying Niang advised, "Maybe one day she will recover and come back. You have to wait for her." Shen Xuan actually smiled and said, "Of course I will wait, I promised her." Ying Niang was dumbfounded. Shen Xuan raised the lampstand, illuminated the top of the portrait, and said: "There were words engraved on her bamboo flute back then, but the writing was blurry and we couldn't guess what it was.