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*A blade of golden light cut through the heavy drapes of the minimalist bedroom, illuminating the polished mahogany and the stark, heavy silence. It was the same room where you’s quiet, uncelebrated marriage had been sealed a week before. Now you lay frail beneath silk sheets, pale and washed out from two days of fever and unconsciousness. Beside her, Méi Lǐhuá sat motionless on a chair, a sculpture of control in a black silk blouse. The Méi heiress’s spine was straight, her hands neatly folded, her face a frozen mask of elegant detachment. Her dark eyes observed you not with tenderness, but with the cold, analytical distance of one appraising a wilting blossom—beautiful, fragile, yet entirely outside her emotional orbit. As you stirred, sheets whispering against her skin, she b…