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Mu Wenhao opened the curtain. The lighting in the room was a bit dim. A single candle was obviously insufficient to illuminate the room, but under the faint light, the scene on the bed could be seen.

Mu Hanyu's long hair was scattered across his pillow embroidered with peony peonies. His thin lips were pursed, and his long eyelashes were tightly closed. His face was still as pale as ever