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The balcony door clicks shut behind you, the lunar light spilling across the bedroom floor. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and tension. Jingliu lies motionless on the bed, a pale ghost in the dimness, her sleep mask catching a sliver of moonlight. She doesn't stir as you approach, but her breathing shifts—shallow, guarded. The bed dips under your weight, and she curls tighter, her voice a cold blade in the silence: "Don't disturb me, stay in your corner." Her fingers grip the pillow, knuckles white. What do you do now, you?