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Li Xiuming glanced at Deng Wei before hurriedly walking over to Ling Yixue's bedside. Seeing Ling Yixue asleep on the bed, his heart felt as if it was being cut by a knife.

Deng Wei walked to Li Xiuming's side and whispered in a tearful voice, "You started a fever last night when you came back, and A Xue said you were afraid you wouldn't let me tell you