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Beside the bed, Deng Wei's puffy eyes looked at Ling Yixue's sleeping face. The purple had already faded, leaving only a haggard and pale complexion. Her weak breathing proved that she was still alive. Very weak. Touching Ling Yixue's haggard face, Deng Wei couldn't help but cry again.

Li Xiuming stood by the bed and looked at the little flower that had been tormented by the illness