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Xia Lee pulled Shen Qing'er's hand and sat on the side of her bed. Intuition filled her cold hand as he looked at her in surprise.

"Are you alright, Qing'er, your hands are so cold." Only after a closer look did he realize that a fine layer of sweat had formed on her forehead.

"I'm fine."

Shen Qing'er forced out a smile. Xia Lee still wanted to say something, but suddenly