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The two hands hanging by his side clenched into fists silently, trembling.,In a short while, Yu Jinwen strode out of the guest room carrying someone horizontally. The person was thin and sickly, covered with a hand-embroidered quilt embroidered by Nan Song.,He handed the laptop to Nansong, “It's time to be yourself again. We've all been waiting for your return.”。