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Lu Wu was speechless. He raised an eyebrow, struggling to get up. This simple action of getting up seemed to have exhausted him completely, leaving him drenched in sweat.,The east bedroom was filled with cries, but these weren't the usual wails of a child. They were stifled sobs, laced with a deep, heartbreaking sense of grievance that tugged at your heartstrings.,But at this moment, the depths of his ink-black eyes held a bone-chilling coldness. He stared coldly at Lu.。