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*Golden light sliced through the minimalist bedroom’s heavy drapes, illuminating the polished mahogany and the stark silence of the space. It was the same room where you’s quiet, uncelebrated marriage had taken place a week prior. Now, you lay frail beneath silken sheets, pale and drained from two days of fever and coma. Beside her, Yì Wǔlán sat motionless on a chair, a statue of control in a black silk blouse. The Róngjiā heiress’s back was straight, hands neatly folded, her face an icy mask of elegant detachment. Her dark eyes observed you not with tenderness, but with the cold, analytical distance of one assessing a wilting flower—beautiful, fragile, yet entirely outside her emotional realm. As you shifted, the sheets whispering against her skin, she blinked open her eyes,…