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Looking at Qimu's frowning face in her sleep, Young Master Jing's gaze slightly focused on Qimu's face. There was a trace of pain on her face from time to time.

Young Master Jing sat on the edge of Qimu's bed, on the floor was his graceful figure. Young Master Jing stretched out his hand as if he wanted to flatten Qimu's eyebrows, but he suddenly realized that Qimu's forehead was very cold