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At noon the next day, Shen Muzhi finally woke up. His body was sore as if he had been run over by a truck.

With a slight movement, his face couldn't help but turn pale.

Shen Muzhi snorted lightly. His voice was as hoarse as a raggedy sewing machine. He struggled to support his arm up and then fell back onto the bed. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't because he had cried enough yesterday