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o forget about the ringing, Rong Ling even frequently initiated conversations, prompting Lin Meng to answer his questions obediently, too engrossed to pay attention to the bell anymore.As they talked...ngfeng's arms, crying softly. Her voice choked with sorrow as she called out, "Xiao Lang, my Xiao Lang... woe is me... my Xiao Lang..."Jiang Cheng rode the wind, his eyes half-closed, and filled with...