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Mu Wenhao sat on the bed and tried his best to calm down. The cold wind at night blew against the wet lining and he couldn't help but shiver.

It was unknown when the wind had blown out the candlestick on the bed, but the room was nearly pitch black. Only the hazy moonlight was letting out a faint glow.

For the first time since Mu Hanyu's death, Mu Wenhao felt fear