Mobei-Jun sat straight up on the bed, eyes shining with blue light like an overcharged battery about to explode. Shang Qinghua had thought up his lines long ago. He beat his chest and stomped his feet, saying with deep expression, “My king, you’re finally awake—” Mobei-Jun was unmoved, looking at him coldly. “Do you remember who I am?” Mobei-Jun didn’t respond. Shang Qinghua felt not a bit of embarrassment. Delightedly entertaining the possibility of amnesia, he barreled onward. “We met on a little road just a moment ago. I said I would follow you for the rest of my life, my king, as close
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