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In the empty and silent ward, the only response to Kang Zeyu was his own heavy and scattered breathing.

His eyes were blurry and his expression was gloomy to the extreme.

He staggered and fell limp on the side of the bed. He held onto the bed sheet, his fingers clenched until they turned white.

"Su Mengyao, where are you?"

Kang Zeyu's voice was broken but cold