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Easily sensing Wen Zhixia's strangeness, he raised his hand to hug her. However, just as he lifted his hand, he touched the wound on his back, causing him to inhale a breath of cold air.

"Zhixia, how are you?"

Because of yesterday's high fever, Easy's voice was a little hoarse. However, he didn't forget to care about Wen Zhixia.

He remembered the collision with the car yesterday