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... eeks. She barely moved, her hands resting limply on the table beside her untouched meal—a warm meat bun and a bowl of congee that had long since begun to cool. Even the scent of comfort, the nostalgic aroma of soft dough and savory filling, did nothing to ease the weight pressing down on her. She simply stared at her food, eyes glassy, as if willing herself to eat but unable to muster the strength. The quiet, rhythmic drops of her tears landing on the table felt louder than the bustling chatter ...
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