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However, just at that moment, Bao Jie, who had been staring intently at Zhou Jiajie, withdrew her gaze and looked down at the candle that had been brought up to her face, remaining silent.
"Eat it, once you do, you will truly find yourself," Yan Junze said softly, lifting the white candle in his hand.
At this time, Shang Cuicui came to Zhou Dali's side, took his arm, and Zhou Dali whispered, "What did Junze ask you to do?"
"Nothing much, just went down to buy some candles," Shang Cuicui replied.
"Didn't buy anything else? Like gold ingots or something?" Zhou Dali asked.
"No," Shang Cuicui shook her head.
Zhou Dali didn't ask any more; he knew that Yan Junze was very skilled in dealing with strangenesses and that it was normal for him not to understand some behaviors and thoughts.
But suddenly asking Bao Jie to eat a candle was a bizarre act that seemed somewhat unacceptable.
Just then, Bao Jie reached out her hand, her slender fingers grasping the white candle.
