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The girl's face was as pale as white paper. Her shoulder and collarbone that were exposed under the blanket were pitifully thin. She collapsed on the bed as if she was completely gone.

"You really did it?" Yema asked with his unique thick voice.

Diurnal Horse did not reply. With Yema's personality, if Diurnal Horse didn't beat his disciple to death by forcing her to do such a heavy task