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In the darkness of the room, a flame gradually lit up.

Ji Jingchen sat down on the edge of the bed and put his hand on the bulging blanket.

The person under the blanket seemed to have felt his movements and slightly moved.

"Don't be afraid."

Wen Tiantian didn't move. Her voice came out from the quilt, sounding a little fuzzy.

"Ji Jingchen?"

Her voice was small, like a kitten's