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"Xuechu, it's okay, don't draw. Your body is too weak right now, you don't have the strength to —" Tan Yifei hurriedly tried to persuade her as he looked at the beads of sweat on her forehead and the way she tried to control her hands.

But she didn't answer. She pressed the pen hard and drew a line on the paper, one line at a time, broken and incoherent, and it didn't look like a line at all