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In a luxurious suite, there was only one milky white lamp turned on.
Luo Xiyun sat by the window, holding a book, completely absorbed.
The window was slightly ajar, allowing the night breeze to blow in with a faint rustling sound and occasionally lifting the curtains, bringing a chill to the room.
She seemed oblivious, occasionally pausing in deep thought before continuing to read.
Ring...
The alarm on the phone placed on the coffee table suddenly rang. Her gaze shifted from the book to the phone's time display, and a flicker of unease crossed her face.
"Yu Meng was right, this matter needs to be resolved."
After a while, she muttered to herself, turning off the alarm. She closed the book and placed it at the bedside.
The book's title was "The Psychology of Dreams."
She pushed the door open and walked toward the elevator, stopping abruptly when she heard a familiar voice: her secretary's.
Suddenly, she heard a name, causing her to pause.
