[recorder clicks on; Ying is murmuring]

...flowers...

...snow white...

...bride...

[she starts to laugh]

...blood of an angel...

[Xiao Lang's voice; he sounds like he had just woken up]

Ying Fa...?

[she laughs again]

...sweet...

...stainless...

[Xiao Lang sounds really worried now]

Ying Fa, what are you-

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