Chapter 98 (Combined with Ninety-Eight)
Ninety-eight:
Ye Qingxi was stunned for a moment.
He listened to what Mu Shaoyan was saying.
I could hear the sobs, helplessness, sadness, and regret in his words.
He was serious.
It's true, I hope it's his child.
Ye Qingxi's heart sank uncontrollably, like springtime after being washed by a warm current, with flowers blooming.
He felt a direct and overwhelming love.
He thought, "There are people who would say the same thing to me in that tone."
It wasn't for money, nor for fame, but because I loved him, simply because I loved him.
very nice.
That's really rare.
Ye Qingxi had heard these kinds of words many times since she was a child.
His relatives, and other adults he knew or didn't know, would always look at him with envy and express it to his parents:
"I wish my child could be like Xiaoxi."
"You are so lucky to have such a wonderful child."
"If only Xiaoxi were my child, I would dream of having a child like Xiaoxi."
At first, Ye Qingxi was very happy, thinking it was because everyone liked him.
But later, as he grew older and understood more, he finally understood what he meant.
I understand the true meaning hidden beneath that sentence.
They don't like him as a person, but rather the fame, fortune, and social status he brings.
What they want is not him, but the additional value he possesses.
As for him personally, his bare, unadorned soul is actually not that important.
They didn't care, and his parents didn't care either.
But now, Mu Shaoyan said, "If only you were my child." He spoke with sadness and helplessness, earnestness and sorrow. He looked at him, his eyes only on him.
Ye Qingxi is not someone who can earn tens of millions from just one TV series.
Ye Qingxi isn't someone who can easily earn over a million yuan just from the copyright of a single song.
He wasn't someone who lived like a money tree from childhood to adulthood.
He wasn't someone who was surrounded and entangled by fame and fortune from a young age.
He is simply himself, in his most basic and essential form.
He was an ordinary, even somewhat weak man, who had achieved nothing.
Ye Qingxi raised her hand and touched the face of the person in front of her.
Mu Shaoyan's face was a little cold—he had just shed tears, tears for him.
Ye Qingxi thought that if he could split off another version of himself, then Mu Shaoyan could also have one of him, and he wouldn't be in so much pain.
However, this was destined to be just a beautiful idea for him. He could no longer conjure up another version of himself; Mu Shaoyan was destined to remain only his uncle.
Since he already calls Mu Shaowu "Dad," Mu Shaoyan can't be his dad too.
He liked Mu Shaoyan, but he also liked Mu Shaowu.
So he said to him very gently, "I was originally your child."
He said, "You are my uncle, and I only have one uncle, just like I only have one father."
“We are all one-to-one correspondences.”
“You are all special and important, and none of you can be missing.”
After Ye Qingxi finished speaking, she raised her head, hooked her arm around Mu Shaoyan's neck, and slowly kissed his cold face.
This was Ye Qingxi's first kiss since she came into this world.
Before this, he had received many kisses from Mu Shaowu, Mu Shaoyan, Mu Shaoting, and Qin Cheng, but he had never returned any of them.
He subconsciously avoids his feelings, as if as long as he doesn't admit it or take the initiative, he won't invest his feelings or get hurt in relationships.
But on this night, on this cold and bleak night, he finally took the initiative, gently and carefully, yet honestly, to hand over the kiss he had received, the love and tenderness he had received, to another person.
He gave himself to the heart of the person he loved.
Ye Qingxi gave his first concern to Mu Zheng, his first trust to Mu Feng, his first "Dad" to Mu Shaowu, and then he gave his first kiss to Mu Shaoyan.
He gave it to this sincere, genuine, and naive person who loved him.
He looked at Mu Shaoyan and slowly smiled.
Mu Shaoyan couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.
He held him, gently and tightly.
That night, the moon was as bright as water, its gentle light like a falling veil, weaving beautiful and extravagant dreams for countless people. That was the moon that belonged to Mu Shaoyan.
At least that one night, it belonged only to him.
The parent-teacher meeting for Mu Shaoyan has ended, and Li Wei's sister has finally finished the felted wool figurine that Ye Qingxi asked her to make for Qin Cheng.
Li Wei gave Ye Qingxi the felt doll when he took her to school on Tuesday.
Ye Qingxi accepted it with delight and said happily, "Thank you, Uncle Li."
"You're welcome," Li Wei said with a smile.
Ye Qingxi looked at the beautifully packaged box in front of him, curiously wanting to open it to see what the felted wool figure inside looked like, and whether it was the same as his. However, as soon as his hand touched the ribbon, he withdrew it.
Forget it, let Qin Cheng open it himself at noon.
Gifts should naturally be opened by the recipient; that's the proper way.
Ye Qingxi unzipped her backpack and put the box in her hand inside.
Mu Zheng was still abroad and hadn't returned, so only Qin Luan came to pick him and Qin Cheng up from school that noon.
She cooked the meal herself, so instead of taking Ye Qingxi and Qin Cheng to a nearby restaurant, she gave them the lunchboxes and told them to take them back to their dorm to eat.
"Don't wash the lunchbox after you finish eating. Just bring it back to me and I'll wash it," Qin Luan instructed.
Qin Cheng nodded and naturally picked up both lunchboxes.
"Goodbye, Mom," Qin Cheng said.
Ye Qingxi then said, "Goodbye, Auntie."
"Okay, goodbye." Qin Luan waved to them.
Ye Qingxi turned around and walked into the dormitory building with Qin Cheng.
Upon entering the dormitory, Qin Cheng placed the lunchbox on the table, while Ye Qingxi picked up her water cup and filled two glasses with water.
After he finished getting the water and sat back down, he saw that Qin Cheng had already opened the lunchbox and taken out the food from it.
Five dishes, three meat and two vegetable, plus two different kinds of soup and a variety of small fruits.
It was obvious that Qin Luan had put thought into this meal.
Qin Cheng handed him the rice, then picked up his chopsticks and began to serve him food.
"You eat, don't worry about me," Ye Qingxi said.
However, Qin Cheng acted as if he hadn't heard, and continued to tirelessly serve him food. In the end, he even served him a bowl of soup.
Ye Qingxi: ...
Ye Qingxi thought he truly lived up to his uncle's reputation as the son of his elder brother, showing great responsibility towards his younger brother!
Even though they are not actually related by blood at all.
"Thank you, brother," he said softly.
Qin Cheng found his childish voice adorable.
So he replied in a rare cheerful tone, "You're welcome."
After saying that, Qin Cheng picked up another piece of pork rib and put it in his bowl.
Ye Qingxi: ...
Ye Qingxi lowered her head and began to eat.
If he didn't eat soon, he was afraid Qin Cheng would start putting food on his plate again without warning!
After finishing her meal, Ye Qingxi prepared to go to sleep.
Before going to sleep, he took out the box containing the felt dolls and handed it to Qin Cheng.
Qin Cheng asked in confusion, "What is this?"
"A gift from Uncle Li."
Qin Cheng was even more puzzled now.
Ye Qingxi took out her felted wool figurine and waved it in front of Qin Cheng, "This is mine, look at yours, what is it?"
Qin Cheng's eyes lit up when he saw the adorable felted wool figurine in his hand, which clearly resembled him and Mu Feng.
He instantly felt anticipation for the little box that belonged to him.
"Hurry up and open it," Ye Qingxi urged. "Or do you want to open it when you get home tonight?"
Qin Cheng shook his head.
He sat down next to Ye Qingxi, looking at the beautifully packaged little box in his hand, and slowly untied the ribbon bow tied to it.
The exquisite box was opened layer by layer, revealing two felted wool figures hidden inside.
It's very similar to Ye Qingxi's, yet not quite the same.
Ye Qingxi's two figures are on a leaf, while his are on a tilted balance scale.
He stood on the left side of the scale, while Mu Feng sat on the right. One was on top of the other, and the two of them, one slightly annoyed and the other smiling gently, looked quite adorable.
"So cute~" Ye Qingxi exclaimed.
Qin Cheng also thought it was cute.
"Why did Uncle Li suddenly give us a gift?" he asked.
Ye Qingxi tilted her head and thought for a moment, "It's probably because we're kids. Adults always like to give kids gifts."
Qin Cheng nodded, "That's true, his uncle always gives him gifts."
“But since we’ve received a gift, we should give Uncle Li a gift in return,” Qin Cheng added.
Ye Qingxi nodded. "What do you want to give as a gift?"
Qin Cheng hadn't really thought about it either; he didn't know. "What does Uncle Li want?"
"That's probably money," Ye Qingxi thought. After all, even a senior assistant is just a working person, and working people just want money.
"Then when your father comes back, you can tell him about this," Ye Qingxi said.
Qin Cheng asked, puzzled, "Why?"
Of course, it's because your dad found out; he'll definitely be giving you a big red envelope.
"Because your dad knows more than we do, and he's an adult. Uncle Li is an adult too, so he probably knows better than we do what Uncle Li wants."
Qin Cheng nodded, agreeing with what he said.
Soon, he remembered something and invited him, "Xiao Xi, would you like to come to my house tonight? My mom is baking mini cakes today, you can come and eat with us."
Ye Qingxi: !!
Ye Qingxi was somewhat tempted.
Duan Yi's family has something to do today, so Mu Shaoyan doesn't need to go to his house after school this afternoon. Therefore, Ye Qingxi is thinking that she can go to Qin Cheng's house to eat some cakes and then go home to do her homework with Mu Shaoyan. That way, she can also bring some cakes to her uncle and grandfather.
"Okay," Ye Qingxi replied.
Qin Cheng immediately called Qin Luan and told her that Ye Qingxi was coming to their house that evening and could also try the small cakes she had baked.
Ye Qingxi: !!
Ye Qingxi was surprised by his speed and felt a little embarrassed.
Fortunately, Qin Luan was quite pleased with this.
"Okay, Mom will pick you up after school this afternoon."
"Mmm," Qin Cheng said happily.
Qin Luan hung up the phone and hurriedly went out to buy some fruits and vegetables that Ye Qingxi liked, thinking of cooking a few more of his favorite dishes for dinner.
When she got home, she began preparing to make the cupcakes.
As she was working, Qin Luan felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach.
She went to the kitchen, drank a glass of hot water, and sat on the sofa to rub her aching stomach for a while.
Nine out of ten young people today suffer from stomach aches, either because they eat irregularly or because they have an unhealthy diet that damages their digestive system.
Qin Luan doesn't often have stomach aches, so she naturally didn't take it seriously.
Once the pain subsided, she got back to making the little cakes for Qin Cheng and Ye Qingxi.
Ye Qingxi and Mu Shaoyan discussed this matter via WeChat.
Ye Qingxi: "Uncle, don't worry, I'll definitely be home before you get back."
Mu Shaoyan felt it was unnecessary. Since he was visiting Qin Cheng's house, he could naturally stay longer and didn't need to rush for his own sake.
"You have fun, don't worry about me. I'll do my homework properly, and I'll let you check it when you get back."
“Okay,” Ye Qingxi replied.
After school, he walked hand in hand with Pei Liang and the others to the school gate.
Sure enough, Qin Luan was already standing not far away, waiting for them.
Ye Qingxi ran over, Qin Luan patted his head, and waited with him for Qin Cheng before the three of them got into Li Wei's car together.
"Thank you," Qin Cheng said earnestly to Li Wei.
Li Wei smiled and said, "You're welcome."
Qin Cheng had already settled down, but then felt that the man didn't seem to understand him, so he leaned over and said, "Thank you for the felt figure."
Li Wei then realized that the "thank you" he had just said was for this.
"Do you like it?" Li Wei asked him.
Qin Cheng nodded.
"That's fine then," Li Wei said. "I'm glad you like it."
Qin Cheng chuckled softly, took out the felted wool figurine hidden in his schoolbag, and showed it to Qin Luan, who was sitting next to him.
Qin Luan exclaimed in amazement, "So cute!"
Qin Cheng thought so too.
"Xiao Xi said he wanted to hang it on his schoolbag."
“Then you can hang it on your schoolbag.” Qin Luan said gently.
Qin Cheng shook his head; he was reluctant to part with it.
He wanted to put it on his desk so that he could see it every time he looked up while doing his homework.
Compared to Ye Qingxi, Qin Cheng's emotions are noticeably more reserved.
Ye Qingxi enjoys seeing others express their deep affection for him, and he also wants others to see the deep affection his loved ones have for him—something he had never experienced before but longed for. So, after receiving it, he unconsciously hopes that more people will see it, so that he and others will know that he is also loved.
Qin Cheng preferred to keep this love hidden where he could see it, savoring it slowly.
Ultimately, although Qin Cheng experienced some malice during his growth, he was always surrounded by the love given to him by Qin Luan and Qin Yuan. He was very certain and confident that his mother and uncle liked him, so he did not have a great need for love.
Ye Qingxi, on the other hand, had never experienced that kind of unwavering love, yet he yearned for it immensely. So much so that after obtaining it, he couldn't help but want others to see it too, to see that he also had the same things as others, that he was no longer the person he used to be, and that he now had a wonderful family.
"Then you can keep it at home, in your bedroom," Qin Luan said.
Qin Cheng nodded, "Uncle Li gave it to me."
Qin Luan had already vaguely guessed from the previous conversation, and when she heard him say this, she said to Li Wei in the driver's seat, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Li Wei said with a smile.
Not wanting to take credit, he said, "Xiao Xi gave me some steamed buns before, and I wanted to give him a gift in return, so I had my sister make these. In the end, it's all thanks to Xiao Xi's steamed buns."
Ye Qingxi: ...
Ye Qingxi thought he could be his grandfather's assistant; he really knew how to talk.
Qin Luan smiled and patted Ye Qingxi's head, "Then thank you to our little Xi as well."
“Perfect timing. Your aunt knitted scarves for you and your brother. She was planning to knit gloves for you in a couple of days, but since you’re here today, you can try on the scarves first and see if they fit.”
"Okay," Ye Qingxi replied.
Having lived in the Mu family for so long, he had long since learned to accept the kindness of others.
He would accept anything given to him by the Mu family.
Because they are family, accepting the gift will make them happy.
Qin Luan smiled and ruffled his hair again.
When they got home, Qin Luan gave Ye Qingxi slippers to change into. Ye Qingxi was pleasantly surprised to find that his slippers were very similar to Qin Cheng's; they were both blue kitten slippers.
His cat was white, while Qin Cheng's was orange.
“It wasn’t this one when I came last time,” Ye Qingxi said.
Qin Cheng laughed, "I went to the supermarket with my parents last week, and I chose it."
He pointed to the white cat on Ye Qingxi's feet, "Cotton candy."
Then he pointed to the orange cat on his feet, "Donut."
Ye Qingxi laughed and said, "Cotton candy and donuts aren't white cats and orange cats, they're golden spotted cats and golden shaded cats."
“But there weren’t any slippers with gold dots or gold gradient,” Qin Cheng explained, “so I picked one that was similar in color to them.”
"That's indeed quite similar," Ye Qingxi thought to herself.
They were chatting happily, while Qin Luan changed into slippers early and went to get them yogurt and snacks.
Ye Qingxi noticed that she was wearing a pair of pale yellow calico cat slippers.
He asked curiously, "What is your dad wearing?"
Qin Cheng opened the shoe cabinet, and Ye Qingxi saw a pair of black cat slippers.
He laughed. "You picked this too?"
Qin Cheng was a little embarrassed.
He just felt that they happened to look like a family.
Ye Qingxi looked at him as he lowered his eyelashes, looking shy, and thought the child was really cute.
"Let's go see the donuts."
"Okay." Qin Cheng pulled him inside.
The donut is sleeping; it's getting cold, and the kitten has become sleepy too.
Qin Cheng bought him a honey jar cat bed, and Donut lay inside, sleeping soundly.
Ye Qingxi propped her head up and looked on, unable to resist reaching out to touch Donut's paws. The paw pads were soft, clearly indicating that Donut had licked its paws well before going to sleep.
"What a sweet little kitten," Ye Qingxi praised.
Qin Cheng thought so too.
Qin Luan had already taken out the food she had prepared for them and placed it on the coffee table.
"Xiao Cheng and Xiao Xi, if you're hungry, eat this first," she said.
Qin Cheng nodded.
Ye Qingxi turned to look at her, "Thank you, Auntie."
"Don't be so polite," Qin Luan said with a smile. "I'll go cook first, you all eat first, and then you can have the cakes, okay?"
"Okay," Ye Qingxi replied.
He stood up, walked to the coffee table, picked up a bottle of yogurt, and started drinking.
Qin Cheng naturally went with him.
Qin Luan had already prepared the dishes before picking them up, so she was able to cook them very quickly. Ye Qingxi and Qin Cheng ate, drank, and played for a while before Qin Luan brought the dishes to the table one after another.
The two children immediately washed their hands and started eating.
During the meal, Qin Luan's stomach started hurting again. She ladled herself a bowl of soup and drank it slowly, while gently rubbing her stomach.
Ye Qingxi noticed that her expression was somewhat unnatural, and also noticed that her left hand was not on the table.
He looked down from under the table and saw Qin Luan gently rubbing her stomach.
Does she have a stomachache? Ye Qingxi wondered.
"Mom, are you feeling unwell?" Qin Cheng asked with concern.
"No." Qin Luan didn't want him to worry.
She took her hand, which was rubbing her stomach, and ladled a bowl of soup for Qin Cheng and Ye Qingxi each. Then she ate some light vegetables.
Qin Cheng was relieved to see that she seemed the same as usual.
Ye Qingxi keenly noticed that she ate very little, and the food was very bland, mostly vegetarian dishes.
Ye Qingxi recalled that when they ate together before, Qin Luan ate meat and preferred spicy and sour food.
She must still be feeling unwell, so she doesn't want to put extra strain on her stomach.
I wonder if his aunt's family has any stomach medicine. They probably do, Ye Qingxi thought. Otherwise, I'd have to call the family doctor who treated him before and ask them to send some medicine over.
Suddenly, in a flash, Ye Qingxi remembered his previous doubts.
Mu Zheng and Qin Luan were in love. It was because of this love that Mu Zheng proposed a divorce to Qin Luan at the end of the original book, so that the insane Mu Shaowu would only be a burden to him, rather than a burden to their family of three.
But Qin Luan also loved Mu Zheng, so how could she agree to divorce him?
It was during his most difficult time.
What if...she gets sick, and it's a terminal illness?
Ye Qingxi's spoon fell into the bowl.
The loud bang startled him.
If Qin Luan knew she was going to die, she would never allow herself to die in front of Mu Zheng—Mu Zheng had already lost too much: his sister, his brother, his father. Now, watching his wife leave, how could he not break down?
Why would Qin Luan want to break him down?
Therefore, a divorce, which went along with the flow, became the best solution.
With Qin Luan's death, Qin Cheng lost both his father and his mother.
As the wife and children of Mu Zheng, the number one villain, they naturally received their just deserts.
From then on, Mu Zheng's family, both large and small, was shattered. The kinship, love, relatives, and lovers he wanted to protect all left him.
Only Mu Shaowu, a madman who didn't recognize him at all, was by his side but whose spirit had long since died.
Ye Qingxi unconsciously clenched her fist.
I only felt cold and resentful!
Qin Luan had never participated in the battle between Mu Zheng and Qiu Lu, and Qin Cheng was just a child who knew nothing about it.
They had absolutely no connection to the main storyline of the original book, yet simply because they were Mu Zheng's wife and children, they were arbitrarily deprived of their lives and the right to be with their parents.
Is this fair to them? Is it reasonable?
Perhaps that makes sense, Ye Qingxi thought, because Qin Luan has an older brother. In a place not mentioned in the original book, Qin Luan, as a wife, watched her husband suffer heartbreaking pain because of the successive deaths of her younger brother, sister, and father. She couldn't possibly be indifferent.
And once she also suffers because of this, her brother will not be able to remain neutral.
Qin Yuan was bound to help his sister and brother-in-law. He had gone to great lengths to bring his sister's family together, so how could he bear to see his sister suffer because of it, or to see his brother-in-law's family fall apart and thus be unable to properly take care of his sister and nephew?
However, Qin Yuan is not a member of the Mu family and is not part of the main storyline, so she was not mentioned in the original book.
However, the book states that Qiu Lu suffered attacks from Mu Zheng and others hiding in the shadows, retreating step by step, and at one point almost had no hope of turning the tide.
The other person hiding in the shadows might be Qin Yuan.
If it really is Qin Yuan, then Qin Luan's serious illness is even more understandable.
She is the link between Qin Yuan and Mu Zheng; without her, Qin Yuan would never have helped Mu Zheng.
Therefore, she was the one who caused Qin Yuan to "become an accomplice to evil," and she naturally deserved to die.
Thinking of this, Ye Qingxi wished she could make the original novel's main characters, the top and the bottom, die first.
If they love killing others so much, why don't they die first?
Are their lives inherently noble, while everyone else's lives are worthless?!
"Xiao Xi, what's wrong?" Qin Luan asked, looking at him with his head down and puffed-up cheeks. "Is it because the soup I made today was delicious and you didn't like it?"
Ye Qingxi shook her head, "No, the soup was delicious."
He said, "I was thinking about the TV series I watched yesterday. The bad guys were so mean, I was so angry."
Qin Luan laughed, finding his little brain rather adorable. He was just chatting with them about donuts, and now he's jumped to the TV series again.
"Okay, let's eat first, and not think about bad people anymore, okay?" Qin Luan coaxed him gently.
Ye Qingxi nodded and drank the soup in front of her.
After finishing her meal, Qin Luan went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
Ye Qingxi and Qin Cheng then played with the donut.
It wasn't until Qin Cheng put down the cat toy and went to the bathroom that Ye Qingxi finally stood up and walked towards the kitchen.
Qin Luan had almost finished washing the dishes when she saw him come in. She asked gently, "What's wrong, baby?"
Ye Qingxi raised his hand and touched her stomach. Qin Luan was a little surprised, and then heard him ask, "Does it still hurt here?"
Qin Luan: ...
Qin Luan looked at him without saying a word.
Ye Qingxi said softly, "I saw you rubbing here while I was eating. Does it hurt?"
He tilted his head, deliberately acting cute, and said, "Let me rub it for you. Daddy said it won't hurt anymore if I rub it. Xiaoxi, rub it, it'll hurt, Feifei~"
Qin Luan smiled, her eyes filled with tenderness.
She said, "Thank you, Xiaoxi. Auntie is no longer in pain."
"Really?"
Qin Luan nodded. "Mm."
"Do you often feel pain, Auntie?"
"No," Qin Luan said. "You don't need to worry."
How could Ye Qingxi not be worried?
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Qin Luan's life was in danger.
No, Ye Qingxi thought, regardless of whether it's a stomach problem or not, she has to get it checked out, the more detailed the better, and the sooner the better.
Only after confirming that Qin Luan was healthy could he feel at ease.
"Auntie, you're not feeling well, you should go to the hospital. Have you gone to the hospital yet?"
Hearing his words, Qin Luan thought he was really precocious for his age. "Auntie, this is not a problem. There is no need to go to the hospital."
Ye Qingxi shook her head, "I'm going."
Qin Luan coaxed him, "Xiao Xi, adults are different from children. Adults have been sick a lot, so sometimes they can tell why they feel unwell and don't need to go to the hospital."
Ye Qingxi: ...
Ye Qingxi sighed silently in her heart. Well, she might as well just use nuclear weapons.
Simple, convenient, quick, and effective.
Ye Qingxi's eyes gradually became moist.
The next second, his tears fell "plop, plop".
Qin Luan: !!!
Qin Luan was startled. "Xiao Xi, what's wrong? Don't cry!"
Ye Qingxi cried and said in a trembling voice, "Grandpa... Grandpa also felt that he didn't need to go to the hospital at the time, but... later Grandpa felt that he needed to go to the hospital, and then he never came out of the hospital again."
As Ye Qingxi spoke, tears streamed down her face. "I don't want my aunt to be stuck in the hospital too, I'm scared..."
Qin Luan quickly hugged him and patted his back, "Don't be afraid, Xiao Xi, don't be afraid, it's okay, your aunt is fine."
"But Auntie, you're not going to the hospital..." Ye Qingxi burst into tears even louder, "You're not going to the hospital..."
"I'll go, I'll go!" Qin Luan said quickly. "I'll go in a bit, don't cry."
As she spoke, she wiped away his tears.
She knew about Ye Qingxi's grandfather's situation, and naturally knew how painful Ye's grandfather's death was for Ye Qingxi.
He died of illness, so Ye Qingxi inevitably became paranoid and fearful. Once bitten, twice shy, she would worry and be afraid whenever she saw someone around her feeling unwell.
She should have realized it sooner, really.
Qin Luan said to herself, "Xiao Xi, don't cry. Your aunt will go right away. Your aunt will be alright."
Seeing that she had relented, Ye Qingxi thought to herself, "Sure enough, there's nothing in the Mu family that can't be solved by crying once."
If there is...
Just kidding, as of now, there isn't one!
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